Avante Garde. French for "monkeys throw handfuls of feces at blank canvases and art critics line up to pay obscene sums of money to have one in their trendy loft." Tedious...monotonous...inane...insipid...got a $10,000 camera for my birthday so I went around the world shooting long snail-paced pans of stuff all of us see every day and I string them together into a film that the average person will find mind-numbingly boring, but the critics will rave about how absolutely dull and simple the people are who don't appreciate "the art". As I let this thing run, I flossed, scratched my itchy back with a $2 bamboo back scratcher from CVS, typed this negative review, and shaved my taint with a plastic picnic knife. So my time wasn't completely wasted. if I am in the minority and everyone else was glued to the edge of their seat, I guess I might have to consider the possibility that I'm a droll and vacant rube. If, on the other hand, I am not in the minority, I have to wonder, yet again, how the hell IMDb rates movies. I've learned that they cannot be trusted.
Review of Visitors
