Oh look, another movie about disaffected, disenchanted, aimless twenty-somethings. Still doesn't come close to the character in the tome "Generation X" with his penchant for keying luxury cars without being able to articulate why.
Okay. The ending was good, but overall I was left feeling apathetic. Which was maybe the point. Ah yes, now how to wrap up the evening? Crowded House? Lisa Loeb? Maybe some new Feist. 1, 2, 3, 4, tell me that you love me more.
Hmm... here is a good question that I've come up with that I shall put to you, my beloved readers. Reader? Hello? Is anyone out there? I jest. The question is: what was the last thing of significance that you did?
Oh. Yeah. That's a good one.
Here's another one: who jerked off today? What? It was a running joke in the movie. But don't think I didn't notice your hand in the air just then.
One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten. Money can't buy you back the love that you had then.
Okay. The ending was good, but overall I was left feeling apathetic. Which was maybe the point. Ah yes, now how to wrap up the evening? Crowded House? Lisa Loeb? Maybe some new Feist. 1, 2, 3, 4, tell me that you love me more.
Hmm... here is a good question that I've come up with that I shall put to you, my beloved readers. Reader? Hello? Is anyone out there? I jest. The question is: what was the last thing of significance that you did?
Oh. Yeah. That's a good one.
Here's another one: who jerked off today? What? It was a running joke in the movie. But don't think I didn't notice your hand in the air just then.
One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten. Money can't buy you back the love that you had then.
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