There is much scat to be had upon this vile beast known as Aniston. Jolie is a separate subject, but at least her fucked up psychology includes knives, creepy child obsession, lesbianism, blood fetishes and maybe even kissing her hot brother.  I can respect that.  But Jen An – you are dismissed.

I had to endure…nay…be tortured….with Aniston’s yet to be released creative wasteland entitled ‘Management’ . This was supposed to be a treat to us, as we were offered the entertainment value before the general public was allowed to view this gloriously empty and implausible landslide of a film.

Woody Harrelson couldn’t even save it, playing the evil punk rock boyfriend (of course! anyone friends with Joe Strummer is an asshole!!!  Well, at least in Rupert Murdoch’s opinion).  And yes, like any good old-school punk rock guy, he wants to marry a hot, mainstream, corporate, worked-out hottie chick who is extremely cold to him. Ah, punk rock guys…you truly all succumb to those girls that rejected you in high school and it’s a farce, ain’t it boys?

Just remember the tagline of this film: ‘Can I touch your butt?’. It’s really world-class writing, here, my friends.

I’m sure it will do fine…just because it has Jen’s nubile, personal-trained, moisturized-ass in it. But this was beyond anything remotely, artistically good, and she financed it herself.

It’s like….they think of the masses (and, maybe they are correct) as these autistic chimps, reacting joyously to their pre-programmed ideas, no matter how stupid or incorrect or banal or absolutely alien situations. It doesn’t even matter anymore to us.

Sometimes I think that those in charge are not blame…we are.

Either way, Aniston:  as an Executive Producer of this laziness and also as a 40-something millionaille chick not even trying to improve the way film & women can move and breathe and expand consciousness (perhaps this is not in your blood anyways):  you are ultimately dismissed.  

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