REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA

Last night I saw REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA at The Belcourt. I would like to extend my apologies and a hearty "well done" to everyone whom I asked to come along with me to see it and refused. You chose wisely.

"Hey there 16 year-old clove-smoking upper-middle class private school students! Do your parents not GET IT, MAAAAN? Does the sound of My Chemical Romance accurately express your anger at Fox for canceling [i]Buffy[/i]? Have you ever wondered if a major studio would produce a movie full of songs with lyrics that rival the poetry you post on your MySpace blog? Would you like to see what Evanescence sees when she is wacked out on hoppers and she's strap-on-fucking Gwen Stefani with a dildo shaped like Jack Skellington? Well come on out and see REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA! It'll make you feel like you felt when you watched MOULIN ROUGE with your older sister and she made fun of you for crying!"




Hey look! It's Paris Hilton, appearing as a whorish rich girl addicted to plastic surgery! Fuck you, REPO! THE GENETIC OPERA. Fuck you.

On the bright side, it's only January 16th and I have already gotten the worst movie I can see all year over and done with.