How do I start?
My review of Hostel 2: a little mutilation, a little castration -- I say wait for DVD.
If you learn anything from this movie, it's college girls will believe anything a Russian model
tells them. Stupid bitches.
So let me give my opinion re: The Sopranos:
First, let me say I thought I had sat on the remote (the black screen--admit it: you thought your DVR had fucked it up).
I was pissed at first, but upon reflection, I found the whole thing quite clever. You end the show eating onion rings, listening to Journey; strange looking guy in the Members Only jacket
looking over his shoulder. It's what I would call an evening at my house.
How can you hate a show that has Tony Soprano using the term "catalytic converter"
in a sentence?
Most importantly -- Phil Leotardo whacked by a guy named Walden and getting his head
crushed by an SUV with his grankids in the back. Complete with a crunching noise
and a vomiting teen. Ah, try topping that HBO.
