With Wit, Reviewed By Kimmo Mustonenen
Big em-effin’ lizard.
I am so with the exciting.
As a baby Finn, in Finland, I saw him.
“T.V. Scary So That You Pee Pants and Poop Young Children” horror Night Theater was on the television thing.
Olli and I, eating fish that was dry, sucking a box that was juice (Pirkka Mixed berry juice – send me some if you have love for Kimmo).
Happy, happy – because the great of all great monsters that stomp and kill was to stomp and kill.
And he (GodZIRRA) stomped all of the shit. Even Ironside (Raymond Burr).
Then Tokyo took a lizard foot up the anus.
My eyes leak as I remember the best.
GodZIRRA is back.
When one time he was 50 meters tall – he has more calorie dumped in his mouth hole for he is 150 meters tall!
Suck it, Mr. Cloverfield.
I smoke the sweet, sweet smoke. I slurp the Kossu from my Godzilla mug. I refill the mug and the slurping occurs again.
High, drunk, and with expectations on my brain sitting like a midget jockey – with full control.
Then… well, damn.
Gosh darn damn.
The boring starts.
Plot? Too much!
We go to be in 1999. Joe Brody (Bryan Cranston) has a wig. Things are to the crapper from the first.
This takes thirty minutes.
Why? Answers do not come.
Then is the now.
There is boring guy son of Walter White (Aaron Taylor-Johnson). He is the guy who is the life sucker from the film. His wife (Elizabeth Olson), is good.
Other actors, good.
Monsters? Fucking great.
Script? Scripts should be written as if making something exciting is a good thing.
Fuck you, script.
Two moth beasts. So big that they could eat all of your clothes.
Instead, they must mate and eat nuclear stuff.
And interesting is the last stuff that happens.
Worst thing on a movie that the makers can do – make the thing so that my brain sleeps before
I know that I am asleep.
Suck. Suck, suck , suck.
Damn you GodZIRRA!
Monsters are A-1, awesome, yelling, scratching, flying, fire-vomiting, and everything.
One thumb jumps to the sky for this.
Then the script. As before I said through my fingers, GodZIRRA! must be the awesome.
No. This is not the awesome.
See on the big screen only for the monsters. Be the drunk and high. Take a trusted friend to wake you from happy nap land only when monsters occur.
Ugh. Summer has arrived.
This is not the total Summer suck. This is just boring.
The Total Summer Suck is coming.
I am afraid.
And the fact that I am more of a sober person than the Kimmo that started this review scares me.
And makes me cry. Like a tiny little suck-tit.
Kimmo Mustonenen – (Kimmo On Kino) – Behind The Proscenium
P.S. The 100 is the greatest show ever on my television watcher. I am not ashamed. Octavia gives me a man-bone. The truth was just typed.
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