So we go to watch The Aristocrats last night. Garbage. Absolute garbage. The last time I wanted to leave halfway through a movie was The Hulk. But now The Hulk can lay claim to the second-worst movie I've ever seen all time.
Leaving the theatre overwhelmingly unsatisfied, we look over and see that The 40 Year Old Virgin is just starting. Theatre hopping? It seems so unsavoury and dishonest. Besides, it's already late, and I have to go to work tomorrow. But we collectively felt like we took $10 each, pissed on it, shit on it, puked on it, got our dog to piss on it, then started fucking our dog while rolling around in the piss, shit and puke we just created. What do you call that? The Aristocrats ... get it? No, well neither did the entire audience. But I digress.
The 40 Year Old Virgin is the comedy of the summer. Period. Please watch this movie. I'm laughing right now as I write this, because I'm thinking back to some of the jokes.
Oh yeah, and when you go to watch the movie, skip The Aristocrats. And take the elevator down to the first floor of Paramount, instead of the escalator. Oh punk.