Ah no. I know you didn't just say that.
The film was great. It was also one of the most twisted and violent things i have ever seen. I heartily recommend it to anyone with a strong stomach.
When the credits started rolling and we started to make for the bathroom, i saw a young boy walking down the stairs in front of me. He must have been 8 or 10 years old. His mother was right in front of me when i started walking down the stairs. "Excellent film to take your kid to see." Admittedly, this is a pretty jerky thing to say to a total stranger, but you have got to be kidding me. Taking your little kid to see that film is hardly responsible parenting. As Tracey said in the car ride after the movie, "There are R rated movies. And then there was that." Language is one thing. For instance, the language that this lovely mother used in front of her kid and to her husband while responding to me.
Ah no. I know you didn't just say that. What the fuck did you just say to me? You have no fucking right. It is none of your fucking business.
She then tried to get her husband to do something about me. "Yeah. That motherfucker right there. Do you know what he had the nerve to say to me?" Now, I am a wimpy guy, so i really didn't want this guy to come over and try to fight me. It would have ended badly. For me. The guy took a look at me. Then looked sheepishly back at his wife, who immediately started bitching him out for not going over to kick my ass.