by Arneb » Sat Jul 16, 2011 10:02 pm
They don't. Instead, they only consist of unhappy couples, unhappy children, unhappy policemen, unhappy aliens and unhappy Gods who are desperately trying to establish communication among themselves but fail to do so over 160 min of endless black and white takes of sad faces, sad, grey beaches, and sad, grey cities.
I wish there weren't so many things to procrastinate about on this my very office desk.
Non sunt multiplicanda entia praeter necessitatem