http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9W9XRqj8AEo/TEiirYkMVUI/AAAAAAAACGA/Vlm919qvW0U/s1600/TheSearchersLARGE.jpg

http://gothamist.com/2006/12/14/dylan_takes_on.php

I felt rushed. Anyone else felt that way?

Little Red Riding Hood fights back.

I got over the testosterone and sexism pretty quickly.

Come on, Tallahassee with a cowboy hat destroying the Native American gift shop? That's so American.

I had nothing to do, I had time to kill, I get free movie tickets. These are a few factors that led to finishing this heinous film.

I can't even distinguish faces in my dreams.

Superficial love. Worse than the novel it came from.

Fresh horror tactics at the beginning, decent performance by Cusack, the end could never satisfy me, though.

So much emotion.

The whole while, I was thinking, "when can I go pee?"

I wanted to take a shower after this.

I crack up every time I hear Christian Bale do his Batman voice.

"Sorrow is nothing but worn out joy." <3

The first half is messing around with the costumes. The second half, however, is emotional astounding.

To be honest, I had a great time.

The nuns made the film for me.

I'm gonna watch this shit again. 180 minutes of substance flew right past me.

I had so much fun watching this every weekend.

Pretty sexy in Vicky Cristina Barcelona.

Everyone I know has a big but.

I felt woozy after a couple minutes.

Dreamy, but the music didn't help any.

It doesn't even look appetizing.

It's on Netflix instant play, fuck yes.

That is such a happy still.

That's one sexy frog.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3F8yZ_pkwYk

ew.