03 June 2008

Cuts and the City: Intro

Ridiculous. Utterly, immensely, gravely ridiculous. I am willing to forever tolerate her hopeless case of schizophrenia, but to murder something I waited for so long, something I love like spaghetti Bolognese on top on a 36-incher pizza, something worth far more than some teeny bopper’s attempt at sexiness-by-appearing-like-a-moldy-piece-of-bread… I don’t think I can forgive this country this time.

Case of ramble: the much-awaited movie release of the phenomenal Sex and the City. Which should have been renamed to "Cuts and the City"—or, plainly, "Dimwits and the City"—when finally shown here in Manila. With a fourth of the flick barbarically axed from the entire thing, the viewers deserve a 30% refund from their tickets—the 5% is for being fooled into watching a crappily mal-reedited film. Grr.

Morons at the Movie and Television Review and Classification Board should be sacked. And I don’t care if the entire company shuts down because of that. In fact it’d do us a huge, huge favor if that happens too. Because cinemas can stop pretending to screen moviegoers—which they most clearly suck at, at least to the Board’s blind eyes. If they don’t want kids, nuns, hormonal teens and what-have-you to watch “censored” stuff in movies, then by all means park a tank by the entrance and blast all kids, nuns, hormonal non-virgin teens and lewd-looking etceteras that even looks at movie posters with the letters S, E, X.

Stupid. Stoopid, stupid!
QWERTY-ed by Paoper at 17:03 |  
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