she chose poorly

got to the cinema and had two choices: sin city or mr & mrs smith. i picked sin city. i now want those two hours of my life back. there are not enough thumbs to turn down to signify how much that pretentious peice of crap sucked. it was like the wet dream of a tarantino-wannabe teenage virgin filmed comic book style. i wish i had figured out in time that it wasn't going to get any better. i could have walked out and saved brain cells. and the worst part was, when i got out, the next showing of mr & mrs smith wasn't for another hour, which was too long to sit around waiting for. so i am home, trying to decide what dvd to put on in the hopes of soothing the outrage that i wasted precious weekend time on that stinky pile of poo.