People joke that I can never review movies or concerts or shows–even though I go to a lot of them–because I like everything.
And they are right.
I don’t generally have negative things to say–if anything–I love it all! Every song is my new favorite and every movie is the best I’ve seen.
I say this just to lay the foundation that I’m not a hater.
But I’ve been wanting to write this post for almost two months and haven’t because every time I start thinking about it, my blood pressure soars and I become completely filled with rage.
In fact–mentioning this movie to me has become something of a pastime to friends and family who want to torment me. (yes, that’s a hobby, especially with family members.)
Because I hate this movie with the white hot energy of a thousand suns.
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