I'm genuinely fascinated how terrible this movie is. Genuine question, is this a master class in how to take a well cast, well written, well shot, probably well catered too and just throw it into the pisser with this absolute egregious fault in film making.
I thought Boxcar Bertha was his lowest.
Poem review for dirty dancing
I carried a watermelon
up and through
these rolling backhills
of the catskills
where we summer and everything
is all sweat
and deniem and Patrick
Swayze looking exactly
like his car.
I carried a watermelon
up and through
a temporal rift
to a place
so distinctly 80's
but somehow apparently the 60's?
I carried a watermelon
up and through
this 100 minute movie
about how to do a proper lift
among other things
and I cant
for the life of me
explain why
these watermelons look
So.
Fucking.
Strange.
