This is the worst non-Baz Luhrmann non-Uwe Boll non Gregg Araki movie ever made.
Not only should you not watch this movie, you should... no, you *must* destroy any copies you happen upon. The many crimes against comedy and, indeed, writing in general which are presented on screen pale in comparison to the damage inevitably done to our civilization's reputation when some future species unearths and decodes a copy and assumes it is typical of whatever passed for religion/entertainment in the latter half of the 20th Century.
This movie is an atrocity. An abomination. A barbarity. A monstrously unfunny offence against sensibility and intelligence. A heinously cruel, cynical, poorly-rendered and fiendish affront to the work of Kurt Vonnegut. Jesus wept.
Not only should you not watch this movie, you should... no, you *must* destroy any copies you happen upon. The many crimes against comedy and, indeed, writing in general which are presented on screen pale in comparison to the damage inevitably done to our civilization's reputation when some future species unearths and decodes a copy and assumes it is typical of whatever passed for religion/entertainment in the latter half of the 20th Century.
This movie is an atrocity. An abomination. A barbarity. A monstrously unfunny offence against sensibility and intelligence. A heinously cruel, cynical, poorly-rendered and fiendish affront to the work of Kurt Vonnegut. Jesus wept.