Who Fucked Roger Rabbit?
My first watch was a VHS screener in a friend's dorm room while I was bouncing on a sea of vodka and Mountain Dew. It was caustic and I loved it.
I'm kind of terrified of it now. The exhausting drone of bourgeois complaint. It's Battle of Algiers for impotent white rage, a siren song of disaffection and oblivious class greed.
Now, Ed Norton opens his thin-lipped mouth and all I hear is I have a job and an apartment…
The Bear Jew looks down at the floor of the royal box, where the Nazi brass have collapsed, their porcelain dickeys flecked with holes. He loads a fresh magazine and opens fire with his MP 40. Molten spears pierce Hitler's face. His eyes rupture. His sinuses are quickly pulverized. The edge of his face folds inward like a rotten pumpkin as his minced ocular cavities collapse onto his forebrain.
I give one final pump and cum directly onto my receding hairline.