Emma could have made the investment in time somewhat worthwhile by getting her tits out, but sadly, we didn't even get that for our efforts. And, yeah, I got the whole meta-actor thingy (they kinda beat us over the head with it, didn't they), I just couldn't give more than a 1/4 fuk about it.
I was busy putting together a toolchest when the movie finished, so the whole credits ran through. At the end, there was some blurb about how [this film provided hundreds of jobs, and required hundreds of thousands of man-hours to complete]. Like making a film is something above and beyond anything else. How about we start calculating the total man-hours it takes to put a pizza together- from growing wheat, to raising cattle, to pumping fuel for vehicles that were also driven by people, to curing the pepperoni, processing cheese from dairy products, growing vegetables, etc...
Self-important pricks.
I knew it would not be to your liking, Idol. The only counter to your comment is that the film stands as a critique of the industry, and its complete lack of ethics. Garbage in; garbage out. But who wants to watch a bunch of stories about kittehs getting rescued from trees?
Besides you, that is...
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