There are scenes here where Breillat deliberately disgusts us, not because we are disgusted by the natural life functions of women, as she implies, but simply because The Woman does things that would make any reasonable Man, or Woman, for that matter, throw up.
It's like Satan gave me his porno collection!
Owen and Gwen dry hump and snog in the autopsy bay
and Jack takes the opportunity to plant one on Iantos lips: this is the Torchwood way of dealing with a crisis!
...You think it cannot get any worse, and then the Cyberbabe performs major brain surgery on the pizza delivery girl. Obscenely stupid writing, and so out of the realms of believability and good taste! "When we woke up in the morning, a dog was pissing on our tent!"
— thats the memory Lisa chooses to convince Ianto that she is his girlfriend! The conclusion consists of the Torchwood team tearing an innocent bystander to pieces with bullets, which shows the level of maturity
: Also, imagine Aragorn fighting ALL the battles in Return of the King
with a great big huge pregnant belly hanging off the front of him. NO, SERIOUSLY. JUST PICTURE IT. HOLD THAT IMAGE IN YOUR MIND. HA! forceiswithyou
: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO malganis
: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES. It's TRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUE.
I don't think about such things and neither should you!
"Now that we all know that Death is a necrophiliac, we have a whole new reason to fear dying!"
"File under Things I Never Wanted To Know." "When we want to look at pictures of naked people, we have other websites for that. Your website is for giving us humor, or in my case, seething hatred. NOT NAKED PEOPLE. to repeat: WE HAVE ALREADY GOT GOOD SOURCES ON NAKED PEOPLE please do not feel the need to join them!" I recognize terror as the finest emotion and so I will try to terrorize the reader. But if I find that I cannot terrify, I will try to horrify, and if I find that I cannot horrify, I'll go for the gross-out. I'm not proud. 7: Have at least one of your characters literally be the colour of crap. This will ensure that your audience has most definitely thrown up by the 15 minute mark. Bug talk is NOT allowed. Seriously, I just ate! Minkowski:
Eiffel, stay with me. Where did the spider go? Eiffel:
It... Commander, it ran down my shirt! (whimpering)
Its standing on my stomaaaaach! Oh God oh God what do I do what do I do what do I do? Beat Minkowski:
Are you sure? Eiffel:
Oh, Im sure. I can feel it walking on my skin!
Its hairy and slimy, its hairy and
slimy, oh God, why is it hairy and slimy?
"Andy crawled to freedom through five hundred yards of shit smelling foulness I can't even imagine, or maybe I just don't want to."