Frank Sheeran was the conformist, Tommasso Buscetta was the wave against the blast. Personally, he was the wrestler. But in this case, do we just stand to be annihilated when it's too late to act? Because he really loved fucking, some roll it as played in their cosmos. Where considerations couldn't miss, an ambivalent chip.

The Looney Tunes have managed to channel various machinations (i.e. androgynous showmanship, ethnic foolery), this time, it's the historical machine. In a great setting, albeit simplified as a short, and Daffy Duck was just the right energetic smartass to stock up with. Some amazing implications here like being a Junkyard Warden, burying Mussolini under a scrap hill, and the Nazis' buffet strategy.

This feels like a movie from The Asylum.....in a god-awful way.

The production value is disgusting to look at.

The special effects are piss-poor.

The acting is piss-poor.

The costume designs are terrible.

Everything about this movie is terrible!

Can someone please lobotomize these filmmakers?