Nah, Martin, I wouldn't dream of trying to figure out what you should do, so I could tell you. Too complex an equation. But don't waste your money on this movie, trust me. It ain't for you. I went down to a gay bar and told all my ex-lovers about it, and they said, almost unanimously, that you shouldn't see it. Well, what they said exactly was it ain't fit fare for a broke-dick mammalucca with suppressed latent obsessive-compulsive fixations, but I thought I'd shorten it up for you.

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