The Filthy Critic: Pay it Forward
“There’s only one thing worse than having my prostate squeezed by barbecue tongs, and that is having those pricks in Los Angeles presume to tell me how to live my life. Pay It Forward is a self-satisfied Hollywood corn cob up our asses, a movie that doesn’t even try to entertain because it’s too fucking busy congratulating itself. There’s nothing more offensive and repulsive than Hollywood deciding a couple of times a year that they will be our moral compass and explain to us what goodness is. My God, there’s more goodness in the boils on my ass than in their entire industry.”