I fu[color=3423][/color]cking despise this film.
I watched 5 minutes and the only emotion it evoked in me was the overwhelming desire to cut Napoleon's throat and then immediately slit my own wrists, just to make sure.
After forcing myself to watch another 10 minutes, all I can say is that I'd rather be ****ed in the ass by a Gorilla than sit through any more of that utter and complete ****e.
I'd rather live in a world without Keira Knightley than have to suffer another second of that garbage.
That's how much I completely and unremittingly hate that dog****, ass-sucking, cock-smoking pile of severed animal rectum they dare to call a film.
It'd rather have a glass-shard enema than watch it.
I'd rather have ants inserted into my urethra with a 2-inch diameter hose than spend another instant having that tripe inflicted on my psyke.
I cannot possibly stress how much I am disgusted that this **** even made it out of the camera without bursting into flames.
I would rather sit and watch Love Actually back to back with BEN ELTON SKETCHES than be emotionally and PHYSICALLY scarred by that heap of sheep feces - Napoleon Dynamite.