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The sequence is a masterpiece of the memento mori genre, a terrifying depiction of the skull beneath the skin. Unfortunately, it's supposed to be a romantic comedy.
Oh man, my girlfriend came home late yesterday and I was in bed already, half-sleeping. This morning she told me that she asked me to go to SATC part II and I had nodded 'yes'. Could be, I wanted to sleep; I was so tired, I would have agreed with the earth exploding. No way in hell am I going to sit 2+ hours through endless fem-talk about men, clothes and whoring. No fucking way. Reading Sailer's piece I sense some of animosity against the SATC crew. It can only be explained that he too was tricked into going to this dreadful moment of feminist degeneracy. Instead, he couldn't get out of the ordeal and had to bite the bullet.
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