Well, the first time I tried to watch Ken Branagh’s Hamlet this year (for my Anglotopia column), the first disc just crapped out around the 76-minute mark and rendered the rest of it (which would be from about the end of Act I to Act IV, scene iv) literally unwatchable. Fortunately, the library reopened for remote pickup and allowed me to check out a properly functioning copy. Does that count?
Or maybe Reprisal, which I watched for the Deep Hurting Project, and while I let it play to the end, I just stoped giving a shit after I think the 22-minute Mark because nothing was fucking happening.
Or maybe Reprisal, which I watched for the Deep Hurting Project, and while I let it play to the end, I just stoped giving a shit after I think the 22-minute Mark because nothing was fucking happening.
Comparing the Universal Oneness of All Life to Yo Mama since 2010.
I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.
I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.