Thinking of seeing Night at the Museum?

Think again, shitheads! Me and eMili went with some other dimwitted people who couldn’t think of watching another movie, to see Night at the Museum two weeks ago. Want to know what I think? Let me draw you a picture:

This movie sucks so much ass, that I’d rather sit at some friends’ place with a nuclear diarrhoea coming out of my mouth, than paying real hard earned money to see this piece of shit on such a huge screen. Oo and I did complain while the film was going; I uffed and I puffed and I got sick from all the candy I was forcing inside my mouth because I got tired and needed sugar to stay awake. I almost slept. Twice. And believe you me, and I think you will: I am not the kind of person who just falls asleep at the cinema.

This movie doesn’t deserve to fucking get rated. Not by me, not by anyone. What’s funny was that me and me girl was laughing so hard at the sheer stupidity (and mind you, this ain’t no Monty Python Fish Slapping Dance-stupidity) of the presentation of the plot, the characters and how accute your senses can get on concentrated amount of sugar.

I’d rather hang out at a club, ravin’ as hard as I can to the Badger badger badger-song (Link is illegal if you don’t own the licence. Fucking click it already.) for three continious hours instead of watching the shit-pouring of a movie it was.

There is no more to say than this movie sucked. Period.