1999. a new film had just catapulted a director with an unpronounceable name into stardom. apparently it is a well executed thriller about ghosts or something to that effect, and it stars bruce willis (one of my favourite actors at the time).
though i was not expecting all too much from it (cynical as i am), i nevertheless intended to see this movie. that motivation had quickly disappeared after a classmate of mine blurted out '...and i couldnt believe bruce willis was actually a ghost the whole time teehee' in that bimboesque tone we all know and hate of largely breasted, dim-witted females. i was fuming to the point i almost upturned the dinner table our group had been sitting on as this happened.
in my book there is no greater social crime than the lifting of a (good) film's outcome. homicide in these cases should be treated as crimes of passion.
you can imagine the numbness with which i was burdened whilst forcing myself not to think of it, as i watched 'the departed' today, knowing full well the outcome, because some troll had decided to make it his business to post it in an internet forum i frequent.
i call for these people to be removed from not only the internet, but society as a whole. they should be locked up in sandpaper-padded rooms forced to watch uwe boll films over and over.
and im not kidding at all...
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