You've got to admire the passion

About walking out of a movie:

Perhaps if I were to say that the film is utterly pathetic vapid stiff moronic pig-ignorant boring pretentious ridiculous patronizing slop, it might stir in you some dim inkling of the depth of uselessness of this toxic piece of cinematographic excrement. But that would be understatement, and I hate to understate. This movie has a badness value that cries out for new numbers to be invented. Ten on a scale of ten is nowhere near enough.

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Last movie Christie and I walked out of was ... uh ... something with Marky Mark ... 'Fear!'. That was it. eeeew.