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Bought (2015)
Complete garbage. A testament to conspiracy theories and bad, BAD science.
The very notion people put money into producing this fear mongering documentary that parades around families suffering from real human tragedy is an abomination.
The usual suspects of pseudoscience all takes turns with Tony Bark while she numbly nods to everything they say. There is no counter arguments. There is no position from public scientists or actual educators. It's all people trying to sell books and speaking engagements promoting fear of safe and proved technologies.
For the love of god don't let someone you care about watch this without allowing them the opportunity to truly read real information. Here's a hint: If you're worried about something (say, GMOs), when you go to 'Google University' try typing 'skeptic GMO' or 'skeptic vaccines'. If you just ask, 'Are whatever safe?' you'll be flooded with websites filling you full of fear and- oh hey, buy this magical snake oil that will cure your lupus for 6 payments of $99.99.
Pure nonsense.
The Interview (2014)
This film cures cancer
A little bit of a back story: I have cancer. And not just like, mamby-pamby lung or throat or pancreatic cancer. No sir, I have full blown ass cancer. So when my darling wife came into the ICU today to happily inform me that I could watch the latest opus of masterpiece film making by the walking geniuses Seth Rogen and James Franco, it was through the lens of intense, ass-agonizing pain.
When the screen of the laptop first gave birth to this majestic dance of comedy and discrete intellectual subtext my body began to feel lighter, as if I were becoming adrift on a gentle breeze of love. Even the dessicated remains of my lower digestive system seemed to firm back into something resembling a human shape.
For the next hour and a half I was transported to a wonderland of pure bliss and elated harmony. When finally the trace of peace and joy fell away, I was aware of my wife now sobbing uncontrollably. I asked what was wrong and when she lifted her head I could see they were tears of joy. She pulled back the sheets on my hospital bed and held up a mirror.
My breath was taken from me.
Where once there was a loose tube of yellowed and decaying flesh draped from where my rectum once was to mid-thigh, there was now just a perfectly shaped and proportionate butt. My backside was not just restored, but enhanced by the magic in this movie. I have a new lease on life thanks to The Interview. I hope every living soul on the planet watches this movie and finds a new lease on life because of it.