My underrated 90s classic Vol.2. For Cliff Spab, his friend Joe, it is common.
It is common for any self-respecting sociopath to make the execution process much more sophisticated, poisonous and attractive. Just match the spirit of a generation in which tens of hundreds of young people are rushing like a wheel.
Clifford's favorite night market is becoming the site of a sadistic reality show.
36 days in real time, without basic hygiene, but with beer and fast food, a bunch of ersatz eaters, and under the gaze of camera lenses, automatic muzzles, and the eyes of the Great American Nation.
Looks like an allusion to an anti-utopian future in the vein of Richard Bachman, alas, it's still blessed old America, and still a night market, with still the blood of a hostage on the floor. Fortunately for the terrorists, the movie cameras, and above all, fortunately for himself, the atmosphere, prompts Cliff Spad, to the Petrosian approach of assessing the situation, his teenage frivolity, laughter through shock, and Reese Witherspoon’s tears, coupled with spitting, grunge, “So what?”, slightly, a little paving the way to salvation for Spab. And the recognition expressed in the American audience in the form of painful, fanatical worship. It covers a wide range of people. It turned out that this is the same, "So what," may appeal to God-fearing Jehovah's Witnesses, a couple riding on a beaten Cadillac hippie, and a Nordic lawyer, yes.. Gradually thrown in opposition to the terrorist nightmare, the slogan of the Recession is becoming more and more pronounced as a commercial “suitcase without a handle”. With a full sigh, the recession naturally sends everything to hell.
Steven Dorff is so young, Reese is so young, talent is still blossoming, spreading its wings, it's time for a brisk, film. The poster, promises the film, about a cheerful loboshake, the eye demonstrates a serious dramatic tape, with a black irony of comedic overtones, while with no disappearing seriousness demonstrates the problems of the worldview of the generation, -so fucking What?! (s). you can endlessly choke on the facilitating sending everyone, but you can not get away from the realization. Such a popular life, being a survivor, but in a golden cage.
S. F.W won't break the system barrier. But the fall will soften. No matter what.
So f***ing what-- an experiential demonstration of grunge worship if you will. Clifford Spad (Spam?) is his simulated humanized model, in the proportion of humanity 1:1. A rabbit grinning in the face of boas.