
It’s bad enough that I consider myself a music critic. But there also times when I feel like I have to share my opinion on movies (and the occasional TV show) as well. In this ongoing series, I analyze the lessons that bad films have attempted to teach me. As my body rejects these half-baked, illogical, offensive morals like a botched blood transfusion, I share all the grisly details, in the form of an easily digestible numbered list. So there you have it everyone – the first-ever ironic approach to movie reviews in the history of the Internet!
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