Elvis Mitchell cannot write and must be burned

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In his frothing and incomprehensible review of the Matrix, he utters this immortal sentence:

[Agent Jones is] again played by the capable Hugo Weaving, who brings an exultant beatitude to laminated malignancy.

Where do you go these days to get your malignancy laminated? Sheesh.

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Mammary-laden potpourri of cottage-cheesy strength. Lettuce-engorged cherry-blossom-hued buttocks of yesteryear.

Gene, this is some good shit. HURBLE BURBLE