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    <title>mulkabu @ 2008-01-16T01:28:00</title>
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    <content type="html">Fluffed by primary caucuses, I got in line with all the other Sorkinphiles for Charlie Wilson's War and manged to be to be titillated while being administered my cumbersome suppository of morality.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;If these few words already suggest a ratio less signal-to-noise than tits-to-ass, it's cause I just spent 90 mins in a dark room with an enormous screen used to project forty foot wide tits and twenty foot high ass entirely fucking incessantly.&amp;nbsp; That's an hour and a half of giant tits, I'm still gonna be asking google to filter me for freudian slips tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling a story is like sticking a pin through a melon, the melon being the events, and where you stick the pin through is the route you navigate through 'em.&amp;nbsp; There's a zillion ways of perforating that fruit, but it being a movie, and costing some people some money they'd like the theory of seeing again sometime, movies gotta violate that melon in a way melons have proven profitably penetrable, be it a romantic incision, an action-adventure violation, a buddy-cop-comedy Martin Lawrence fruitfucking, etc fucking etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the reason we stop going to the movies&amp;nbsp; - once you've seen a hundred hollywood movies, you've seen them all.&amp;nbsp; All that remains is foreign movies and a numbed confusion that the movie didn't go where you've been programmed to know&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;it would go.&amp;nbsp; Which sounds great and adventurous and nou-fucking-veau but usually involves the fucking hero snogging his daughter at the end of the movie to thunderous applause and fireworks&amp;nbsp; (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118756/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118756/&lt;/a&gt; - great fucking movie though right up to the incest, which I feel is a fair assessment even if it makes me a country-mouse who likes his nouveau comfortably old-school).&amp;nbsp; The more common hollywood ending is the one that would encourage people to bound out of the cinema on a high and give the flick some word-of-mouth advertisual lurve, that's just common fiscal darwinian sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway this melon :pin-&amp;gt;vector caught me by surprise.&amp;nbsp; Sorkin's adaptation of a book on backroom politics of the room next to Ollie North's - you know how this melon's gonna get romanced a mile away, right? Its gonna be A Few More Good Men, Nichols directing, you can see Primary Colours: Bleu a mile off right? Wrong.&amp;nbsp; It's Red Dawn II.&amp;nbsp; Red freaking Patrick Swayze Dawn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score one for the forces of Incongruity, great fucking movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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