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Movie-wise, there has
never been anything like it - laugh-wise, love-wise, or otherwise-wise!
Drunken
Master
SCORE: 7
Beers
I've seen this movie exactly seven times all the way
through with a couple of extra kickers to emphasize that. The last time
being about 4 months ago watching it on TNT. Whenever I watch the
beginning of this movie, I think of the lemming, and how it plummets
itself off a cliff just as the rest of it's kind in a mass suicide. Is
this a suicide or a telling that corporate daddism sucks the will to live
out of oneself. (I know, I drive a hour and a half to work each day)
Thus....I am the lemming, I leach myself so a larger corporation can make
more money. Is this right? I don't give a rats fucking ass. This is about
a bad ass movie. My Favorite Martian tags up with Patriarch of My Three
sons to form a formidable sterling duo vs. Mr. Touchy Feely Pushover man.
Chair slams and body blows commence until the unknown victor steps up to
the Champions belt to reign over the fallen. Who wins, and what is the
actual plot behind, "The Apartment". Watch and find out, on SUPER SUPER
SUPER SATURDAY SHOW DOWN!!!!!!!!!! Just watch the fucking movie. |