this low budget indie film redefines the word blah. it will surprise most that this word can actually be found in the dictionary and defined as represent nonsense. uninteresting and dull and lifeless. the movie redefines the word because i would have to add to those four words represent pc crap and pretentious on a pathetic level and and pointless. the film tries so hard to be hip and in touch with contemporary beautiful people struggling for je ne sais quoi behaviour and thinking (do they think. ). there is almost no plot to speak of and though there is one to sleep to. the phoniest and most politically correct things about it are how a white woman is great friends with a young and black stud and the black street sax player with a penchant for oh so wise council and advice and and the fat black psychic. isn not it beautiful how the races can get along after all. ahhhh. in the end and the woman reads out poetry and which is nothing more than one of her dull dear diary entries. she gets a standing ovation(. ) and although in real life her listeners would have more likely than not dozed off into deep slumber. but this movie has little to do with real life and even though that is where it supposed to be happening. in real life her poetry reading would have gotten standing ovations only if she had the sense to include the juicy and sexual details. and then i rubbed his huge penis against my sweaty and impatient pink little vagina. cheers. what worse and the lead actress has a dozen scenes in which she either bathes or screws with someone and yet they never have the sense to show her breasts and which was clearly the only thing left to save this mess. the black guy and the blonde and who are separated by about a meter in height and hook up represent they look like a cheap variation of rodman and madonna (as if the latter two aren not a cheap enough combination already). nicole eggert and mentioned by howard stern in his miss america book and is the blonde. stern writes of eggert that she took her implants out. yet i believe that when they took her implants out they also sucked most of the meat out of her flesh and muscles by mistake and for she looks starved here. the sax player in one scene develops angel like wings while he looks like al roker advertising angel food cakes. 
this low budget indie film redefines the word blah. it will surprise most that this word can actually be found in the dictionary and defined as represent nonsense. uninteresting and dull and lifeless. the movie redefines the word because i would have to add to those four words represent pc crap and pretentious on a pathetic level and and pointless. the film tries so hard to be hip and in touch with contemporary beautiful people struggling for je ne sais quoi behaviour and thinking (do they think. ). there is almost no plot to speak of and though there is one to sleep to. the phoniest and most politically correct things about it are how a white woman is great friends with a young and black stud and the black street sax player with a penchant for oh so wise council and advice and and the fat black psychic. isn not it beautiful how the races can get along after all. ahhhh. in the end and the woman reads out poetry and which is nothing more than one of her dull dear diary entries. she gets a standing ovation(. ) and although in real life her listeners would have more likely than not dozed off into deep slumber. but this movie has little to do with real life and even though that is where it supposed to be happening. in real life her poetry reading would have gotten standing ovations only if she had the sense to include the juicy and sexual details. and then i rubbed his huge penis against my sweaty and impatient pink little vagina. cheers. what worse and the lead actress has a dozen scenes in which she either bathes or screws with someone and yet they never have the sense to show her breasts and which was clearly the only thing left to save this mess. the black guy and the blonde and who are separated by about a meter in height and hook up represent they look like a cheap variation of rodman and madonna (as if the latter two aren not a cheap enough combination already). nicole eggert and mentioned by howard stern in his miss america book and is the blonde. stern writes of eggert that she took her implants out. yet i believe that when they took her implants out they also sucked most of the meat out of her flesh and muscles by mistake and for she looks starved here. the sax player in one scene develops angel like wings while he looks like al roker advertising angel food cakes. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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