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<p dir="auto"><strong>tabbycat</strong> — <em>9 years ago(February 13, 2017 12:31 AM)</em></p>
<p dir="auto">Or what happens when you let a woman direct a People-In-A-Box.<br />
Ten minutes in I thought for sho I'd be recommending this.  Halfway through, I was enjoying it.  But by the end I was pissed me off.  I knew where it was going, and you will too (the title is a clue).  It even covers a theme that is central to my life.<br />
But then<br />
Hey everybody  it's LLLLLLLLLLLECTURE TIME!!<br />
At this point, I just knew a woman had directed it.  That's okay in theory of course, but in practice, here  ugh.  The story is so ham-fisted it requires a perfectly well-built house to collapse for no reason.  In the Northwest, you see, where it rains hourly, no one builds a roof that can hold it back.  Even a fully automated house with gadgets that don't even exist yet  you got it.  Caved in in eight months.  Let's you, me, and the baby move out to a damp treehouse in the forest.  Yes, I'm sure that's the answer.  God damn  reality, anyone?<br />
Too bad, cuz it's otherwise pretty good.  Too hot babes, rainy Northwestern forest, a beautiful house, some pig blood</p>
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