Friday 16 July 2010

Bad Review, Happy Me

It's not easy for an hideously deformed, ageing recluse to keep abreast of the latest trends that get the kids bopping and hand-jiving in their milk bars, so I was delighted to find a review of the latest Twilight movie. Perhaps it will give me some hint as to its quality?

It blows. No really. It blows. It’s really sad: this movie is being touted as the best of the three movies so far and THEY MAY BE RIGHT. Man, does it ever blow.

I'm not entirely familiar with the argot of the typical American youngster person, but I suspect this is not a ringing endorsement.

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