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Friday, July 16, 2010

Lil' pud knows what the fuck she's talking about- weekly.

With careful reference to - THE GALWAY FILM FLEADH

I got some real good advice from Mikey F. recently. Lil’ Pud here, should have been given this advice ten years ago. He said ,“You can ‘represent’ but not yourself in court.” Hell, I always ‘represent’ and I represented myself in student court for underage drinkin’ and carousin’. This bitch got community service. I ‘represented’ all over that library (in which I did my community its service), in the classic literature section, the film area, the young adult section… All areas received representation from Lil’ Pud. Although, most of my ‘representin’ happened out the back alley, where I smoked fags. Anyways I digress.

So, this Film Fleadh… What a load of independent wank. Give me a blockbuster gore-fest any day. I don’t want to think when I’m being entertained. I want pure emotion and violence. If I wanna think, I read an Amanda Brunker novel and muse, “How did she come up with the name Champagne Kisses? She’s a fuckin’ genius!” Or I do a Goddamn crossword. Most of these indo films are like the distillation of piss into water. At least piss is acrid and horrible and when imbibed creates an emotion. You could say water quenches your thirst; therefore film quenches something deeper than piss but, we’re a Coca Cola generation baby and water bores us motha fucka! I bet you are wondering which films I saw- well none of them. Lil’ Pud is always meetin’ arrogant fucks who are experts in nothing and have an opinion on everything, count me among these dickheads.

And another thing, when people describe indo films to me it’s like someone describing one of their shit-ass boring dreams. This girl doesn’t give a shit- I ain’t your therapist. If your gonna tell me this crap I better be getting some bread for it. If I get my bread I will feign interest in your banal dream or your shit-ass critique of a film whose destination can only be plotted by someone with a masters in inane elitism.

So if it doesn’t have a drive-by, an explosion or a fist fight, fuck it and fuck the fleadh!!!!

Rating 2/10

LIL' Pud

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