Kindly have a little look-see at my entry into the inaugural festival of shit that is Shitfest 2013. Hosted by the man himself Mr E from Isaacs Picture Conclusions, Shitfest is a celebration (if that’s the right word) of the worst movies to grace this world. My choice, oddly enough, is Sex And The City. Read, enjoy, tell your friends…
When people ask me what type of films I like to watch, my usual response is “I’ll watch anything”. It’s a small thing to be boastful of, but I pride myself on being able to sit through and find something to appreciate in just about every film I can get my grubby little hands on. Well, dear readers, today is the day that hubris finally came back to bite me in the ass. Charlie from the office (she of the Kids Film Friday DVD stash in my desk drawer) asked me that question a couple of weeks ago, and got that answer. So she decided to screw with me.
Sex And The City
Shoot me. In the head.
Four entirely pointless human beings swan about doing nothing for TWO AND A HALF FUCKING HOURS! Thoughts of suicide ensue.
Before we get started here, I…
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