L et me lay it out straight before you get duped by the title and jump into reading with high hopes. This isn't your typical movie review. Every time I scribble about a flick, the way I've been doing in Tamil, it ain't your fancy-pants review; it's more about spilling the beans on what it's like sitting through them. It's about asking yourself, 'Was it a total pain in the ass?' or that elation when you finally drain the main vein at the nearest pee point after pounding a few mugs of draught beer right before a non-stop haul from NJ to SJ in a stormy night. I will get to that later; that's the high point of this post, which I am saving for the end. Besides boredom, it takes valor, courage, and an immense sense of sacrifice to throw the money at this half-brewed moonshine cocktail and waste time in haste out of compulsion. Compulsion because it wasn't a single anal canal that was 'force sat' on movie hall recliners to go through this Guant...
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