I'm not normally in favour of reviews that give away the endings of films or even significant plot points (I was angry when, while reviewing Hannibal on Celluloid Dreams two years ago, I was prodded by one of my delightful co-hosts into revealing the bit about Hannibal's concluding meal of live human brain), but in this case I'll make an exception. I wasn't going to see The Life Of David Gale anyway, but I'm especially glad I'm not after reading about the astonishingly stupid denouement of the film. If I'd actually paid good money to watch that I'd be demanding a refund of the ticket price for insult to intelligence.
"A sinister cabal of superior writers."
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