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Living is disappointment, a daily grab for the brass ring that’s just out of grasp. Every day, you wake up thinking, “Today’s the day!” and go to bed covered in the muck and shit you landed in when you came up short.
The World's Most Important Fake Critic
Living is disappointment, a daily grab for the brass ring that’s just out of grasp. Every day, you wake up thinking, “Today’s the day!” and go to bed covered in the muck and shit you landed in when you came up short.
The Aristocrats is fucking filthy. It’s as foul, crusty and rank as the crotch of a overused middle-aged whore in the desert. It’s just a God damn nasty movie. And everything this nasty–the Tavern Harelip singing karaoke and those DVDs of retards humping vegetables–has its charms.
What makes American Movie work are the scenes of average guys, like us, living in our dirty houses, driving beat up old piece of shit cars, dealing with nasty toenails, working crappy jobs, and also pursuing our dreams.
Tread is about the perception of heroism. It’s a uniquely Colorado story maybe only playing in theaters around here. It’s a documentary about Marv Heemeyer, the guy who built an armored bulldozer in secret and then plowed through the mountain town of Granby because he thought they town elders were treating him unfairly.