Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Having wasted an otherwise perfectly cromulent Friday night on an early screening of a movie set to hit theaters tomorrow, I have a headline for anyone looking to get a review up:

Hitman's Wife's Bodyguard: Bad Enough to Kill Any Boner You Had for Salma Hayek in the Last Twenty-Five Years

Sad, but true.

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