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So, as if I needed another reason to want to kill Robin Williams, last night, against my natural inclinations, I decided to watch Hook.

Oh. My. God.

I seriously want everyone involved in that travesty of justice to die screaming in agony. Except Maggie Smith, because she's cool, and JV Hart, at least until Capt. Hook: Pirate King is published. Dustin Hoffman was alright (no Jason Isaacs, but then, who is?) but what was up with that fat kid? No wonder they didn't use the home under the ground anymore - they wouldn't have been able to find a tree big enough for his fat American ass - and Rufio was some kind of reject from Joel Schumachers Lost Boys. In fact, the whole film would have been vastly improved if Keiffer Sutherland and his merry band of creatures of the night had appeared and slaughtered everyone and then perhaps danced a jaunty 80's jig.

In conclusion: fuck you, Robin Williams. Just... just fuck you!

(no subject)

So, as if I needed another reason to want to kill Robin Williams, last night, against my natural inclinations, I decided to watch Hook.

Oh. My. God.

I seriously want everyone involved in that travesty of justice to die screaming in agony. Except Maggie Smith, because she's cool, and JV Hart, at least until Capt. Hook: Pirate King is published. Dustin Hoffman was alright (no Jason Isaacs, but then, who is?) but what was up with that fat kid? No wonder they didn't use the home under the ground anymore - they wouldn't have been able to find a tree big enough for his fat American ass - and Rufio was some kind of reject from Joel Schumachers Lost Boys. In fact, the whole film would have been vastly improved if Keiffer Sutherland and his merry band of creatures of the night had appeared and slaughtered everyone and then perhaps danced a jaunty 80's jig.

In conclusion: fuck you, Robin Williams. Just... just fuck you!