WELL,
After viewing this movie, I sat stunned for several tens of seconds. As I waited (vainly) for some sort of resolving point to magically appear and conclude "C meets E," my eye caught the score granted it by ten viewers. It read 3.35. 'E-freaking-GAD!' thought I, and new thoughts came into my head, much like BurritoClock, who, according to AllClocksSuck, can't spell. Unlike the time-telling mexican dish, though, my thoughts were less than mild and uplifting. They centered on self-destruction for lack of any reason to go on living due to high scores granted to letters that have sex, but eventually settled on apathy after briefly grazing the idea of the destruction of Pineappleclock instead. I thought to myself, "Aw, fuck it, Fiffen!" I then watched in horror as my IQ dropped below my waistline....