Inside Man suck balls. Simon says the art direction is good but who the heck scrutinise that during a movie? Unless it's some crappy nonsense like Kill Bill. I've never yawned so much during a movie since a very wrong choice of a Cantonese comedy a few years back (lesson - never settle for another movie when your main choice and second choice are sold out) and for two hours my heart wailed tears of sorrow because my ovum's lifespan was shortened being wasted on a lower-than-average movie.
In short, Clive Owen got his diamonds and I got wasted-two-hours hyperactive ovum.
Next time I shall be the one choosing what we watch.
In short, Clive Owen got his diamonds and I got wasted-two-hours hyperactive ovum.
Next time I shall be the one choosing what we watch.
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