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Yes, I wish it was called Kill Horatio.
Or Kill Garfield.
But the movie I saw this week was called Kill Bill.
Which I hoped was about that Fox News Bill O'Reilly, cause, c'mon, that dude sucks giant terds from the Oakland A's bathroom stall.
Yes, the movie is violent. Like crazy shocking in a few spots. But when was the last time you genuinely jumped at a gunshot in the movies? Not with that slow motion jelly bullets they use in the Matrix. It takes all the horror out of the shots. You'll know what I mean when you see this. It's like wet my cords scary. Which I did. And now I remember why I don't wear cords anymore. Stupid grooves. Stupid wet.
And there is genuine beauty in the film. The feather snow battle in the end is elegant and beautiful. There is also not a bad song choice on the whole freaking thing. The soundtrack as usual with Mr. T's films is amazing. And if you play that when you walk down to BART, you will feel like a giant killing assassin person, but don't act on that. Cause they have cameras, everyWHERE.
Ok. Keep writing! I have enjoyed all your movie lists you have been sending me. And no, "Danielle" I am not watching that one... AGAIN! Ha ha!
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