film if I hadn't been forced in to going over the magic £1/mile hour thanks
to 20 minutes of shitty adverts for Orange. Yeah stuff your fucking mobiles
where it don't shine you french cunts.
Anyways, wasn't was what I expected, in fact for a horrorish film it's about
the same metaphor to cutting yourself with a rubber knife. But it's a
thinking film which isn't worth £45 in travel, tickets and child sized popcorn and a
drink.
Oh well. But in better news the police pwned some boy racers, I had a good
laugh passing them at roadside.