Is it me or does it sometimes seem that Hollywood is a black hole vortex where good original ideas are sucked in and compressed into a singularity, while terrible ones manage to somehow escape, perhaps propelled by the rancid sushi farts and excessive cocaine use of Hollywood pitchmen and money grubbing movie executives?
Case in point: The Roomate. I could rant about the recent state of horror movies, but i have been smoking chocolope since i got off of work and I am just too damn lazy to go into it right now. But really the remake, reboot, or just plain fucking rip off and then dilute into PG-13 wussitude to grab the teen/tween buck is just enough to make one's asshole suck up so far into their body that they burp farts. I saw this movie when it was called Single White Female, and it was awesome.
Maybe it is because I had a massive crush on Bridget Fonda, or because I first rubbed one out to Jennifer Jason Leigh when she was all nekkid in Fast Times At Ridgemont High (Interesting Fact #1 i get a half mast every time i hear a couple bars of Jackson Browne's "Somebody's Babe), or the fact that Stephen Tobolowsky plays such a creepy guy so very well, but I loved S.W.F.. And the fact that they went and ripped it off for the teeny bopper crowd annoys me to no end.
You want some advice, if you plan on seeing this blasphemy, save yourself the 13 bucks and rent Single White Female.
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