I found a DVD at the thrift shop of a film called "Bela Lugosi Meets a Brooklyn Gorilla." It's so bad even I can't take it.
Speaking of gorillas, the last one seems to have left the room. It was extremely satisfying to come across several electronic reminders of the ex and get rid of them without a pang or the slightest urge to reread them for old time's sake.
I'd rather watch the entire Lugosi/gorilla movie. There — I said it.
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Somehow "The American" was on the netflix "queue" (I'm not a bachelor and dishes are not allowed to sit in water over night for then her cat will drown). The movie is so bad it will make you angry on many levels. Angry that you've wasted 10, now 15 minutes of time; that this is sold as something more than a collection of stale stereotypes... even the hooker-with-a-heart's tattas fondling induces boredom.
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