Let me start off by upholding the dysfunctional yoof of Britain tradition by wondering who the fuck are you and perhaps shooting a few colourful phrases as we engage in a delightful word joust about how beautiful your mother looked just the other night.
Oh wait no sorry. Wrong context.
Now, I won't begin a rant about how one should never judge a book by it's cover, because everyone just goes to see the film instead. So let me alter it slightly - don't judge a film by the little youtube dickweed that goes around posting 'iT sukz!!!111!!11111'.
Why? They expect too much. Take 300 for example. A beautiful film. Now thats what I call a man. Or men, rather.
And yet, people complain that it is not historically accurate. The only thing accurate, apparently, is that the Spartans fought the whatsafaces. Well oh dear lord that changes EVERYTHING. Because you see, I thought I was sat in that cinema watching an entertaining film, not a freaking documentary.
Two words for you: History. Channel.
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