Claw My Eyes Out of My Head
At the gym the other day I was forced (yes, at gunpoint) to watch Josie and the Pussycats. It was like a train wreck that you can’t tear your eyes away from. Not one of those wimpy derailment train wrecks, but 18 separate high speed trains all converging on the same intersection in the middle of a munitions dump as they hit their speed limit of 300km/h, all full of small children and nuns. Bad. Horrible. Awful. So terrible I want the 40 minutes I spent with my head facing towards it (hell, the fact it was in the airwaves around me) back. With interest.
The thing that pisses me off even more was that while the main lead girls were hot and spent the entirety of the movie (that I saw) in those little tie-at-the-back tops and no bras, there was no nudity. Hell, while I’d have been happy with nudity, the fact that the movie was so amazingly horrible if I had paid any money I would have gone and demanded a full lesbian orgy, complete with midgets, just to have made the movie bearable.
It’d only have been fair.