Just Cause Yer Fat, Doesn’t Mean You Can Direct
Kevin Smith, you are the worst director since Ed Wood. If NASA needs to send a guinea pig to Mars, please let them send you. Maybe on Mars you can make something that actually resembles a movie. You wasted poor Mark Hamil’s precious time in yer Bill and Silent Fatso Strike Back poopfest. You made Ben Barfleck what he is today. And for that, you should be whipped in public like Jim Cazaviezezal. Can’t wait to see Jersey Girl. I think my farts could have written a better script.
Anywho, we all know you finally get to make a comic book movie you fat loser geek, but PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, don’t ever make Fletch Won.