(no subject)
Well, that's the end of the film. Now, here's the meaning
of life. Thank you, Brigitte. M-hmm. Well, it's nothing very special.
Uh, try and be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every
now and then, get some walking in, and try and live together in peace and
harmony with people of all creeds and nations, and, finally, here are
some completely gratuitous pictures of penises to annoy the censors and
to hopefully spark some sort of controversy, which, it seems, is the only
way, these days, to get the jaded, video-sated public off their fucking
arses and back in the sodding cinema. Family entertainment bollocks.
What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws
during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles
by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens,
armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats-- Where's the
fun in pictures? Oh, well, there we are. Here's the theme music.Goodnight.
woah.
...The Comfy Chair?!...
of life. Thank you, Brigitte. M-hmm. Well, it's nothing very special.
Uh, try and be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every
now and then, get some walking in, and try and live together in peace and
harmony with people of all creeds and nations, and, finally, here are
some completely gratuitous pictures of penises to annoy the censors and
to hopefully spark some sort of controversy, which, it seems, is the only
way, these days, to get the jaded, video-sated public off their fucking
arses and back in the sodding cinema. Family entertainment bollocks.
What they want is filth: people doing things to each other with chainsaws
during tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles
by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens,
armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats-- Where's the
fun in pictures? Oh, well, there we are. Here's the theme music.Goodnight.
woah.
...The Comfy Chair?!...