St. Vincent

if some sort of movie angel from the future showed up in my projector room praising a movie starring a pregnant russian whore, a mundane working class mother, a misanthropic war vet, and a believable child actor--i would have told it to fuckin' beat it before i pull out the can opener on its ass. if that same space traveling scumbag told me that the actors were people i admire and respect, i would have right then and there kicked it in whatever futuristic junk is between it's rusty legs. well, fuck me saint anger. who would have known the time traveler was right. i guess i won't be receiving... read more