Now, it may seem we’ve been a little slack on the reviews front here at STS this week. “I expect their reviewers have all got swanky jobs as corporate journos at celebrity websites, they can’t be arsed writing for the likes of me anymore…” I can hear you saying. But honestly? I’ve spent most of my long weekend wondering exactly how I can put this abomination into words with out using extra, Lovecraftian letters that burst human eardrums and syllables that should not be.
Now, I’m all for the odd crap movie -hey, I even gave Miley Cyrus’ last effort a decent go, but what I’m not for is misanthropic, petulant, childish ultra-crud like this…
Hey you poor (rich) broken down (pumped up with Botox and Collagen implants) 40-something (57) urban go-getters (shallow idiots), if you’ve never wondered if there’s more to life than slurping Cosmopolitans and talking shit about your perfectly decent partners, then here’s the movie to blow your doors of perception right open.
Everyone else? RUN!
