froodle | (no subject)

I have nothing to say. I don't even want to live in this sad, sad world anymore. I am going to Switzerland and getting mercy-killed so that I will no longer be forced to bear witness to this TRAVESTY OF JUSTICE.

KISS MY ASS, COLIN FARREL! I gave you the best movie-watching years of my life and now you betray me by pandering to a bunch of Twilight-loving lackwits. Why don't you just go and get a big cube-shaped head implant and a ridiculous buffount hairstyle and go all the way, you sell-out.

Oh, also I watched that episode of Bones today where Sweets and Daisy get back together, and they were talking about Saved By The Bell and they compared themselves to Screech and Jessie, and while I'm not overly fond of either Sweets or Daisy, I think that was kind of a harsh comparison. I'm just sayin'.

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Oh god, say it ain't so.

Oh sweet baby Jesus. Where's the home grown corniness? The claustiphobic feel of the suburbs? The normal lookin' kids as opposed to the freakin' Baywatch carboard cutouts? And what...vampire babes, ritualistic outfits and high tech weaponry? Michael Bay level of fail?

This is like Mission Impossible meeting Twilight, which no, is not a good combination.

I am DYING INSIDE from SHEER DISAPPOINTMENT. Unless a miracle occurs, soon my misery will spread to my lungs and then I will die, although at least in death I won't be ~~in fucking Bruges~~ tortured by this abomination of a movie.