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Steve Carlson, the proprietor of The Ongoing Cinematic Education of... since 2002, neither conducts electricity nor talks to reptiles. However, he knows someone who does both.
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It's the kind of film that would probably be fun to make, but watching it is another matter.
Oh! Yeah! I wanna riot (grrrl)!
It won me over, and I'm a crabby son-of-a-biscuit-eater. It'll win you over too.
A giddy shot in the arm for film fanatics and a marvelous comeback for Shane Black.
Symphonic-inspired avant-noise. Hooray!
This album makes me want to drink some whiskey. (That's a good thing.)
This review contains repeated references to a certain portion of the female anatomy. So does the movie.
Mud, blood, and flies.
Guys in gas masks never mean well.
Another young artist whose ambition outstrips his control.
