An aging actress, whose last meal was eaten in 1995, and hasn’t had her hair done since, ventures forth to Liverpool to play a ’40s movie star. She will move into a house filled with strangers, fully intending to die there. And who wouldn’t in a horrid place that hasn’t had a wallpaper or paint makeover since the ’30s. Even the sheets on the beds are color-coordinated and just as ragged. But it’s Britain. The entire country is like that.
See Natalie Portman actingwander around in a slo-mo daze sleepwalking for two – count’em, TWO – freaking hours. I didn’t spend that much time with her. Fortunately, I was able to borrow a pencil. I gouged BOTH of my eyes out with sharp, pointy lead after the first twenty minutes.
If you pay good money for this dog, I recommend you do the same after you find your seat. Be sure you have someone to lead you home at the end of this travesty.
NORWAY, as we all know, is a freezing, frost-bitten shithole where everyone braces their coffee with hard likker.
In NORWAY, people randomly throw snowballs at one another. Living room windows are prime targets.
NORWAY is also home to Commie socialist pigs and free healthcare for all.
Thank goodness. NORWEGIANS smoke all the time.
NORWEGIAN children build their SNOWMEN facing their houses in order that they keep an eye on mummy and daddy whilst asleep in their beds.
There are no window shades on any bedroom or living room in any home in that nudist-and-sauna-loving NORWEGIAN cesspit of immorality. (Not to be confused with FINLAND.)
Every children’s bedroom has a window into their parents’ bedroom. It permits them to keep an eye on mummy or daddy screwing the shit out of their neighbor. Good times for all.
In NORWAY, everyone knows how to skate.
In NORWAY, there are no murders. Everyone commits suicide by shotgun.
Chloe Sevigny? In coveralls? Seriously?
Coffee beans (see #1).
In NORWAY, the women all dress in woolens (see #1).
NORWEGIAN children are annoying (see #1).
NORWEGIAN police officers never report in (see #1).
NORWEGIAN police officers never call for backup (see #1).
There is no cell phone reception in NORWAY (see #1).
Val Kilmer. WTF! Val Kilmer? Old Val has subjected himself to too much plastic surgery.
James Bo Charlize Theron flys flies to Berlin via Neunundneunzig Luftballons** with nothing but a carry-on containing more clothes than Cher on a five-continent tour. Since I’m not all that much of a clothes horse myself – as those of you who know me can attest – I didn’t much care. Which is precisely why I walked out of this dog at about an hour. I wanted to leave at the twenty-minute mark, but I couldn’t get cell-phone reception to call 911 for assistance in a timely manner after yelling “FIRE!” numerous times. (I know. I shouldn’t have done that. There were only three other people in the place.)
Now the northern lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was the night in the Pacific, it was oh so teriffic- KONG! -with apologies to Robert W. Service
Joe ConradMarlin BrandoKurz KONG!
KONG eat meat. KONG wounded. KONG not care. KONG stomp. KONG pound chest. KONG stompin’ on to Good Tunz!
I was disappointed to discover that Pamela Anderson’s walk-on was brought to us by PETA. No CGI gorillas were harmed in the making of this movie. John Goodman needs a good meal. His emaciated face was enough to send me running and screaming from the theater.
With more fur and leather than a cancelled Barnum & Bailey circus, Frontier will be certain to ensure the arousal of PETA and Pamela Anderson unto her wet and untimely demise, courtesy of a communist socialist Canadian free-health-care death panel.
Fur and leather corsets abound. Heaving bosoms, not so much. Canadian lassies, unfortunately, weren’t allowed to cavort in such manner, thanks to the prevalence of the Catholic church and its predelicktion for the little boys.
Every unemployed Canadian actor will be working unto perpetuity if the series is continued.
