For National Masturbation Month I watched this movie, which proposes at least in part that if there had been a whole lot more masturbating, the French Revolution would maybe never have happened
You know when you're lying in bed with your partner, and it's morning but you're not really up yet, and you look over at his or her head and just kind of have an out-of-body experience, where you realize that there's a brain inside that skull, a brain about the size of your two fists put together, and that brain is actually EVERY SINGLE THING about this person that you know and love and hate and everything else, and you…
Boy internet, you've been lowballing it. (I wonder why.) This movie's great - I hope they make ten of them. And before you even get started: if you're male, don't comment on this review. I have no interest in your need to assert your opinion against mine, or anyone else's.
Is it weird to say that this feels like the first GHOSTBUSTERS movie that matches the one we've all been playing in our heads since we were kids? Ghost busting…