So, we're all going to see Precious tonight, right? Why, exactly, am I so excited to view what appears to be an incredibly depressing, sad and upsetting film? I can't be alone. It's playing at the San Francisco Centre every 15 minutes, starting this morning at 9am.
Dear whomever saw Precious at 9am this morning,
I love you.
Sincerely,
Beth
Brock and I are going tonight and we invite to entirety of San Francisco to join us. Some people line up to see Harry Potter at midnight. Some people can't wait to watch a movie about a 16 year old impregnated by her father. It takes diff'rent strokes to rule the world and I'm happy my stroke involves Mo'nique's star turn...
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I haven't been this nervous about a movie since I saw "Irreversible".
Are you prepared to live in a world where Mariah Carey is regarded as an actress with depth and maturity?
Are you?
Generic, I know. I felt the same way. That is, before I met Clareece Precious Jones.
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