i recently found out there was a remake of this masterpiece on tv, after which i violently threw up. it made me think about barfing in movies and how despite all the other audio/visual accomplishments the movie people have made, they still can’t get the painful hurling and chunk-tastic sounds one makes during the throes of a powerful exitus of steamy gutteral porridge - then you find yourself whispering ever so carefully that you’ll never do it again as your cheek searches for another inch of cold bathroom floor. it doesn’t happen to me anymore but man…get it right movie people and I will worship you as I once did my cold bathroom tiles on those well deserved, thoroughly enjoyed parties in slow-motion hell.
now, why are foreign movie posters always so much more visceral and interesting than the domestic versions? stay tuned.
I like internet retardedness.
Designworks College of Design presents “Students of Design2” (Gold Coast, Australia)