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[webofevil]

To mark the recent release of the chucklesome Little Fockers, it's fitting to remind ourselves of one of its predecessor's biggest fans:

With children being added to this already successful formula, the franchise is now infinitely extendable. Further sequels being considered in Hollywood as we speak: Fock You Too, What Focking Time Do You Call This?, Stop Focking About Back There and a Scandinavian spinoff, Come Here You Little Cnuts.

Comments

[moleintheground.livejournal.com]

I fucking hate those fucking films. You CANNOT have a film in which the arsehole who has been BULLYING the VICTIM throughout the FUCKING film then gets to be REDEEMED at the end by SAVING the victim. You can just see De Niro's enormous ego wrestling under his skin as he comes to save the day, despite being a shit to his perfectly nice, nervous son-in-law throughout.

Imagine if Trading Places had ended with the Dukes lending Billy Ray and Winston a couple of grand to buy OJ, or if All The President's Men had ended with Dickie giving the guys an exclusive interview and a tour of the White House. Cunt fucking cunt cunt fuck.

[lebeautemps.livejournal.com]

Stop. I'm crying.