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        It doesn't matter if you're 
		not perfect.  You will be 
          
       
      Drunken
      Master
        
 SCORE:  4 Beers 
		  
		A movie that's less 
		than a hour and a half long that rocks!   If my wife would let me, I 
		would bring home my very own personal Katie Holmes.   I'd stroke her and 
		pet her and make sure she gets fed and fresh water.   I'd take her on 
		moonlit walks while quoting poetry and then I'd fluff her pillow to make 
		sure she was all nice and comfy while she sleeps.   Can I just come 
		right out and say that she's hot....I mean like a 2000 acre wildfire in 
		California....wait, Maybe she's the reason these fires started.   I'm 
		not talking Arson, but if she was wearing the right clothing and walking 
		next to a dry patch of grass and the sun hit her checks just right I'm 
		pretty sure that something catastrophic could happen.   The planets 
		could come into alignment and I might develop a conscious, dogs and cats 
		would mate with each other and Ahnold would fulfill his destiny as 
		preseen in Demolition Man.   Seriously let's go ahead and pass the 
		constitution amendment so he can run for president.   Nostradamous 
		surely predicted this somewhere in his works because some writer fool 
		put it in a Stallone Movie......that's like another sign of the 
		apocalypse or something.  Seriously why can't some foreign bastard or 
		bitch run for president, we give them fucking visas every other fucking 
		day?   Why not let them take completely over that way the true American 
		way will become Sheba's will?   Or Buddha, or Satan, or whatever.....why 
		do we even have a government....personally I want to go back into the 
		trees and the caves in the hills and fling poo at my neighbors.   Oh 
		yeah, Cyclops takes on John Connor in a throw down to end all throw 
		downs and the beauty of Dawson's Creek is the savior.   This has nothing 
		to do with the movie and I'm not really in the caring mood to really 
		care.   You want someone to take responsibilities for their reviews and 
		how the public views them.....fuck you.   If your kids go on a shooting 
		spree and blame it on Grand Theft Auto then I'm all for the death 
		penalty for the Parents.....We gotta clean up the gene pool someplace 
		and your inherit stupidity was passed on to your next of kin which I'm 
		all for putting a bullet in their head......Give me the gun and have 
		them kneel before me, problem solved.   No heart, No Conscious.  Now 
		write the letter.  (Tim Roths Character in "The Musketeer") 
      
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