Tell me you haven’t seen the uncut version of Irreversible without telling me you haven’t seen the uncut version of Irreversible. That’s like, peak entertainment. Thank me for the trauma later.
Watching that movie was a drug-infested nightmare. The drugs were my fault, the nightmares were on the movie. The fire extinguisher scene went on for what felt an eternity. Showing the head for punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch until it was a pulpy mess not recognizable as a head with blood seeping out of it. Actually, I think the right-hand side of the meme is a pretty apt categorization for that movie, except, maybe, the unenjoyable part. Enjoyability just depends on your own perversions and morbidity. And the title of the movie is a lie. I reversed the fire extinguisher scene: it becomes a love story of a kind and dedicated fire extinguisher reconstructing a dead man’s head. I sometimes masturbate to that.
Tell me you haven’t seen the uncut version of Irreversible without telling me you haven’t seen the uncut version of Irreversible. That’s like, peak entertainment. Thank me for the trauma later.
Wait, if he’s called Irreversable, why can we see him?
I got nauseous watching that movie. Not from the content matter, but rather the stupid ‘artsy’ camera rolls.
What makes the uncut version better?
Watching that movie was a drug-infested nightmare. The drugs were my fault, the nightmares were on the movie. The fire extinguisher scene went on for what felt an eternity. Showing the head for punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch until it was a pulpy mess not recognizable as a head with blood seeping out of it. Actually, I think the right-hand side of the meme is a pretty apt categorization for that movie, except, maybe, the unenjoyable part. Enjoyability just depends on your own perversions and morbidity. And the title of the movie is a lie. I reversed the fire extinguisher scene: it becomes a love story of a kind and dedicated fire extinguisher reconstructing a dead man’s head. I sometimes masturbate to that.