Big Bruiser Dope Boy 日 20/07/2018 · admin No comments


Mrs. Doubtfire 2, forever wandering the corridors of would-be genius.

Epiphanies pulled from us just before the moment of awakening.

Mrs. Doubtfire 2, in which Sally Field peels back the flesh of her own visage, only to reveal the face of Mrs. Doubtfire beneath.

In which Mrs. Doubtfire hitches a ride on an errant drone, face flapping, shouting “Halloooo” at the top of her voice––pan out to the silent desert.

In which Mrs. Doubtfire immolates a group of voice-over actors with a flamethrower. “My first day as a woman and I’m already getting hot flashes.”

In which Mrs. Doubtfire sodomizes Pierce Brosnan in a vicious pantomime of the heimlich maneuver as Harvey Fierstein rubs his eyes with cayenne.

In which the cobra hood of Harvey Fierstein unfurls. In which Harvey Fierstein spits venom.

I think we’ll have to go to the next level: latex.