Better than Ultraviolet, which I also consumed (and nearly regurgitated) tonight. I got more enjoyment out of cleaning my apartment as I watched this garbage, and I hate cleaning.

As bad as Y Tu Mama Tambien but without the cinematography or sex to make it watchable.

Very pretty, but that’s about it. Trying to follow the plot gave me a migraine. I’ve seen David Lynch films that have made more sense.

And yes, I’ve played (and finished) the game.

Title says it all.

Before I’d eaten Durian I never thought I’d be capable of wishing for the extinction of a species. After a piece of Durian ruined my otherwise amazing dinner I am a changed man. I’ve never had anything more vile… except for the one time I had moth larvae in my Swiss Miss packets and I took a few down, but that doesn’t really count.

Why do people love this film?