TWO GIRLS, ONE CUP (2007)
You won't find this movie in theaters or at your nearest video store. Believe me, I asked and I was laughed at and humiliated. And told to never come back again.
After searching everywhere for this movie - Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, Borders, Video Paradise, Blockbuster - I was at a dead end.
That was until I asked my cousin, Barry Blyleven, a student at the University of Texas-Austin and a member of some fraternity. Like most frat guys, he is dumb and stupid and thinks it is funny to put firecrackers in frogs.
I know cousin Barry is majoring in film so I figure he would know everything about cinema – from the classical to the foreign – including "Two Girls, One Cup."
Cousin Barry emailed me some link to the movie on the Internet and said this is "classic film." If classic film means being grounded by your mother for the rest of your life, having your computer privileges revoked and getting sick at the sight of ice cream then cousin Barry is right.
It has been three weeks since I saw "Two Girls, One Cup" and thanks to my dad's Chess King belt and my mom's curling iron, it has also been three weeks since I last sat down in a chair without any pain or padded underwear.
All this leads me to wonder why anyone would send their kids to film school.
I don't know what you can learn from "Two Girls, One Cup" other than this: don't watch this movie in front of your parents, especially if you are 33-years-old and still live at home.
1 comment:
Eat shit.
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