Chi-whaaaaa????
Way back in the mist of time, I wrote a MySpace (Ah MySpace, even less cool than LJ since 2001) blog about viacom actually funding a film called Pet Divorce Court. At the time I assumed this was just because some lunatic chimps had taken over the Viacom building and re-written the scripts they found. Alas it seems it was in fact a portent of the coming apocalypse, which finally arrives with the release of:
the reason this exists is because cinema audiences have become the kind of gutter dwelling fucktards that pay to see ‘meet the spartans’ and because last year studios actually believed that movies don’t need writers. Now I often get over excited when I’m abusing suits on here, but the problem is probably that they are good at business management, and not good at art. This is why they work in offices in the first place, rather than galleries and coffee shops in Oregon. Anyway, I actually have a Chihuahua (technically anyway-he lives with his mom) , and even I am ashamed to know that humans have created this. I’m sure it’ll be a big hit.
