The 24 hour movie. Yes, it exists. I found a copy and decided to test my endurance. After 12 hours, my hair formed itself into a fringe, black makeup magically appeared on my face and I suddenly found myself wanting to write poetry about death before shooting myself in the face. It was a weird transformation, considering I hate emo's. I actually did even pull out a gun and said "If this goes on any longer, I'm going to do it.." then it FINALLY ended. It was completely random and seemed to take some classic stories and condense them, but it was done in a terrible way and it really does take up 25 freakin' hours. The sad thing is, the art house community ate it up. It has a 6.8 rating on imdb. I consider myself a fan of "artistic" movies, but I felt like this was a Jackson Pollock painting put on film. It had no talent, no point, no inner beauty, no soul, and yet people seemed to think it was deep and meaningful. Only Warhol could deliver such drivel.
