V For Vendetta Not Much To Remember Remember View Trailer
Nice try film peoples, but the only anarchy on display here is the bloated screenplay with all its half-cocked ideas that labors on and on for what seems like 47238432 November 5ths. High on style, and what seems like itself, there aint nuttin much to behold but a house of potential, built solely with balsa wood. It's not a total wash out, I mean, dude, Natalie Portman taking a nap on a pile of poo larger than this woman's [NSFW] for 7 hours would still be worth watching beating off to, but then again, anytime a review of ours turns into a bunch of picture pages (like Van Hell Suck/Hellboo), it aint bound for glory, or bound like Gina Gershon and Jennifer Tilly either. So without much further Freddy Adu about nothing, wait for the DVD/Blu-Ray/PSP/HD-DVD/VD, and in the meantime (no, not the Helmet album), do the math, cause we're not Asianified enuff to come up with something that equals $10 well spent, but wees'will stills give it a try...
V 4 Vending =
every third idea from 1984 and even the creative flip-flop casting of John Hurt as Big Brother or is it
the dude who's waiting for the worms?
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Jack White's whorerific van Dyck experimentalpatient
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the fury of the filth and the filth of the fury not including filthy Colin Firth's Furby collection
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more unsuccessful masked adaptations
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Stephen Rea doing that Stephen Rea I'm a cop, you idiot thing but not in the Schwarzenegger way [d-lode]
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those Matrix subway platforms that made me wanna take the first train to I'm leaving the theaterville
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bangable bald chicks that Bald Bull hasn't already banged
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the art collection from DP's opening credits
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the real man in black not sum guy Joaquin Phoenix sorta played in a movie that everyone thinks weigh too highly of
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Portman in the jail bait form we all know and claim not to make love to
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the opposite coolness of shooting in an empty London like they did in 28 Days Later
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the mise en scene of all things visual Franz Ferdinand
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the real Anakin Skywalker Sebastian Shaw not zebastard Hayden Chritisiaianianson
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flubvs course
the real V
Recommended for those who like: Fry's nose, Portman's mole, and those who don't care for Florence Henderson's b-day suit [NSFW]
Possible Porno Name: V For Vaginal Beast Inspection (which I'm sure will one day become a hentai [NSFW])
Unsatisfied with this? Netflix any of the above mentioned moviezz, or the only goo Alan Moore book to movie conversion, From Hell... btw, where the fork is the berry talented Hughes' bros next jazzle?
John Grisham's Jizzum (aka Verdict): Sum Merit But No Stinkin Badges. Aight, so it's kinda sorta entertainin', but tsk-tsk, and a tsk-it, a triscuit, a steve trachsel, for this shoulda been Breast In Show no diggty doubt using a be-dazzler. I'm still perplexed and mad vexed with all this over ripe tomatoing. Guess they were juss happy it wasn't Matrix IV: Convolutions
