That flea ridden potato-abortion of a movie should have died a miserable death- something involving festering sores and what not.
My family thinks I'm crazy, but I can't help it. Every time this heretical bigtoe movie comes up, I get so diddlyin' pissed it's unbelievable.
If you wanna make a movie that takes place during ww2, fine. If you wanna make that movie about love in a time of war, fine. If you wanna throw Jerry Springer antics in ther just for giggles, fine.
But DO NOT come to me and tell me you're making this arse licking snikerdoo movie out of "respect to the vets", then hold press conferences capitalizing on "the few".
Michael Bay is on my toejam list bigtime. I wouldn't hesitate to break that apple suckers nose if I saw him across the street.