I saw this movie with Andrew Friday. I think he said he was going to write a review, I kind of hope that he still does regardless of this. Well, here is my review…
Imagine wearing prismatic glasses in a running, windowed-door dryer while a Scottish man yell-faking an American accent sets off cherry bombs in the neighboring machine.
So, that was the number of words the reviews usually are. But just to add another point, imagine strippers, that are already topless, keep walking by the window of the machine you’re in. What more do you expect from the guys responsible for the Crank movies?
