I’m Bad! I’m Bad. You Know It. You Know.
Kudos to Mister Ritzen for the killer title. Trying to find the appropriate song lyric can be difficult. That pretty much summed it up. I was going to call it SYT (Shitty Young Thing) but that would violate the sanctity of my spirit.
Also, I figure I’ve already riled up enough Pajibans with my defense of Romero, when I went and slammed Harmony Korine. I know, beating up on Harmony Korine for making a terrible movie is like yelling at a fat kid for eating birthday cake. It’s just going to happen. Those words, and probably zombies since I’ll have no busty AlabamaPink to protect me, will come back to bite me in the ass.
Anyway, fuck Harmony Korine in the eye.
Ah, you’re back in my good graces with all that vitriol you hurled at Harmony Korine. I’d defend you brilliantly with my machete and AK (if only someone would FINALLY grant my Christmas wish).
I am a little disappointed that Korine’s last film in progress never saw the inside of a movie theater; the one where he went around and filmed himself getting his ass handed to him by a variety of people. Now that I would have paid to see.