inglouriously irksome.
i did not just watch Inglourious Basterds.
i did not just watch Inglourious Basterds.
i did not just watch Inglourious Basterds.
i did not just watch Inglourious Basterds.
i did not just watch Inglourious Basterds.
i did not just watch Inglourious Basterds.
i did not just watch Inglourious Basterds.
i did not just watch Inglourious Basterds.
i did not just watch Inglourious Basterds.
i did not just watch Inglourious Basterds.
i did not just watch Inglourious Basterds.

too bad repeating it 10 times has no effects on me. i did watch it and am horrified that the cinema ratings is only M18. i am 21 and i think my lungs suffered a seizure and contracted. nevermind the bad spelling (yes, and i haven't even touched on that), how can brad pitt (or for the record, uma thuman from Kill Bill fame) get themselves involved in such senseless gore?

even though i watched it because i thought brad was cute inside, what is cute when you have cut-up scalps, flying organs, blown up eye and seriously (?), mashed brains and erm, testicles resounding behind your mere desire to look at pitt-boy.

the only cute thing is probably my 10 chewed-up fingertips.

nobody should ever watch it. it should be like R112 and the sole reason why the 113 year-old centenarian would want to watch it is because he/she is sick of living (and he/she wouldn't be able to go to heaven because watching Inglourious Basterds is like committing suicide).

what am i talking about,
just do yourself a big favour and don't watch it man.