Movie Review: Marrying Mr.Perfect/嫁個一百分男人

90 minutes of my life I’ll never have back.

I watch every Wong Jing film, and sometimes my penance for that dedication is the watching itself.

I even went to the Grand at Elements to watch this turd. Because it was barely playing here. 

How f@#$ing broke can Gigi Leung be? She took her career to China and it got disappeared faster than a dissident.

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  You know what? F@#$ this. 

It used to be fun to watch movies I knew were garbage. It’s not fun any more. I’m tired of being insulted by movies. 

I know many of you were looking forward to a review of Nightfall, the new movie from the arrogant halfwits that brought us Murderer.  I’m sorry, I couldn’t bring myself to waste the time and money to see Nightfall and the time to write the review. 

From now on I’m not going to watch many movies, and I’m going to review even fewer. I’m bitter and cynical enough in my life without knowingly amplifying it. It got so bad I became afraid of myself. 

The movies are what they have become, and they are entitled to it. If I find them so annoying, I have no choice but to walk away. 

I sincerely apologize for stopping, but I quite simply don’t have the heart for it any more. I really don’t need to be reminded that the major reason for my moving to Hong Kong is now a horrifically bad joke. 

So long, and thank you for laughing. It made it much easier and I am sincerely flattered and grateful.