Fight the Temptation
That was not me who wasted a perfectly good and beautiful Monday night sitting @ Lowes E-Walk on 42nd St. @ the 9:50pm show of the trainwreck that was The Fighting Temptations. That was not me who was fooled by the upbeat and spirited movie trailers and up and wasted 2 crisp, coveted movie vouchers on this peice of shit movie. You did not see me spending 119 painful minutes watching Cuba Gooding Jr suck the life out of the footage, or Beyonce Knowles trying to be the opposite of a glamourpuss showoff. It was also not I who forced the innocent and blameless Randyboy to sit through this, too. And furthermore, that was also not me searching the Internet over for an mp3 download of the toe-tapping “I Ain’t No Superstar” gospel ballad that they sing at the end of the movie… (I was not crying one little bit during the song either).
You’re all confused. It was not me. I was never there.
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Note to self: do not bother seeing “The Fighting Temptations” Alright, that note is now safely stored. Thanks for the tip. =D
So, does this mean you won’t be seen sitting in a theater somewhere watching Cuba Gooding Jr. star as some sort of “special person” in “Radio”, what promises to be the most revolting so-called “feel-good” movie of the year?
foo, white flag is an excellent track, luv it.
You know, liars don’t get cradled in the arms of Baby Jesus. Just remember that.
OMG! I’m watching Radio just to ruin every single moment for the three people who will see it (most likely me, my friend and some foreign child from Uruguay).