Mad God - Buff Movie Review

Finally, a request that gives me a reason to use my Shudder. There's good shit on there but the lack of a PS4 app means i have to reach all the way to the tv remote and switch the TV to X-Box input. I usually don't have time for tedious errands like that so instead i just default to my ps4 to play Jim Cornette Rants and Jerma streams all day while i sit on the porch smoking cigars and contemplating my despair.

Speaking of despair, here's a whole poopy world full of it. Another one i mean, besides the one we're in. I'm talking about the world of Mad God. A stop motion puppet pile of smoldering ruins and industrial shitscapes that looks like a Nine Inch Nails video full of Tool video people. 

This bad boy was 30 years in the making. Made by an actual mad god of a Hollywood puppet maestro, Phil Tippet. I have no idea what kind of asinine obstacles got in the way and kept it in limbo for so long, but the dude persevered and finally got it made. This man had a vision, of vision of rust and ruin, blood and guts, poo and pee, and it was very important to him that we all get to smell it. He dedicated his life to these ugly smells and smelly sights, a true fartist who deserves our appreciative sniffs.

I can't focus on what i'm writing here, my cornette video ended and it autoplayed some evangelion video essay in my face. God make it stop i can't handle any more zoomers thinking they know shit about stuff i like. Must... reach... remote. 

Ugh. It's hopeless. Enjoy my silly review of this yucky movie that someone requested while i sit here and un-enjoy some other dummy's stupid video about something no one should be allowed to talk about but me.

There is a fly in here. Awful. Hate. It's time to venture outside. If you don't hear me i got devoured by a crap demon or a booger monster. If you do hear from me i've had to become a mutated creature myself to survive another day in the hellish abyss of this stinky world, same shit different day.

Just remember my golden rule, never watch youtube. Unless it's me. But even then, i better be doing something cool or saying something clever or so help you me, i'll end me. I go now... for now. Maybe forever. We'll see how i feel when i'm dead. I literally don't even know what i'm saying. Fuck this mad post.