From an insomniac and a $5 blowjob from somebody’s mother, to serial killing, to white trash piss Elvis’, to child molesters, to walking corpses as art.
It’s been determined a lost work of William Shakespeare, owing to his unparalleled characterizations, and that funny way he had of making “s”s look like “f”s.
It keeps you up on the latest dirt from the Dream Factory without shying away from saying what other movie journals don’t have the celluloid cojones to say.
Was it the catchy name? The pagan imagery? The long download time? Media is a happy hunting ground where the quarry pay for the privilege of being captured.
It’s hard to tell if a given song by Broken Hope is doing anything particularly interesting, but hell, it sure sounds like it’s taking the world by storm.
Initially, “kill yr boyfriend” struck me as yummy bubblegummy Hot Damn! with cutesy-pie squealing and “yeah, yeah, yeah!” male choruses to round out the sound.