“Happy Go Lucky”, weighing in at two hours, was the slightly-less-obese brother of the three-hour epic American piece of shit, “Magnolia”.  (yes, I know most people think, “woo! Magnolia! what a piece of art! it’s amazing!” — if you happen to be one of those people: “fuck you!”)

Worst.  Film.  Ever.

A short commentary of my thoughts as the film went on now follows.

Opening credits: “I want to kill her.”

Opening scene: “gods, she is annoying.  I hope the shopkeeper kills her.”

Persepolis

The day started like any other in that it started completely unlike any other day has previously. While the alarm clock played its merry chimes and sleep began to ebb away to consciousness, I was aware of a brief inner struggle: The Driven immediately reached for his glassine whip; The Computer Scientist rolled over and pulled the sheets over her head; The Compassionate remembered that there was a parcel waiting at the Post Office; The Director and The General voiced concern at my overall lack of motivation.