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I have 4 words for you.

Yes. We saw it tonight.

It was off the hook.
It was so far off the hook I can't even think of a hook that could have contained it to begin with.

It was every single thing I was expecting.

And so much more.

A MUST SEE for any Samuel L. Jackson fan.

There are so many things in the movie that make it a piece of sh*t. And if not for the sheer audience participation factor it would have died a slow, cabin-depressurizing death. IT really is a bad movie. In a Deathrace 2000 kind of way, though.

The violence and gore is purely gratuitous. The nudity superfluous. The profanity free flowing. The plot impossibly thin. And the pacing schizophrenic.

And yet...I find myself wanting to see it again with a bigger audience. With as many people as possible.

I have to agree with the buzz that it could surpass the Rocky Horror Picture Show as the ultimate audience participation event.

Go see it. Trust me on this one.

You'll hate me for it and wonder what I subjected you to about 1/2way through, but by the end you'll be cheering right along with me and the 40 other people in the theatre.


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