Brotherhood of the Wolf

BigSugar — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 20:47:00 +0000

I've got two fucking words for you. Monica. Belucci.

Here's
the deal; a knight and his heterosexual life-mate are sent by Louis the
what-the-fuck-ever to deal with some sort of monster who's killing
peasant broads in rural France. Jaws and Bruce Lee mayhem ensues.

You
know those long, slow, arty fucks that last for a couple of hours and
at the end, you get a spectacular cumshot? Yeah, well this movie
is one of those. The flick clocks in at two-and-a-half hours, but
it's most certainly time well spent. Just about the time you
start sliding into boredom, something really cool happens or at least,
you get some tits. Oh yeah, did I mention that a significant
portion of the flick takes place in a brothel? Where Monica
Belucci's character works? Oh yes, kiddies, if you look close
enough, you get a peek at the lady's bush (or rather the lack threof).

And
once you get past all of that, what've we got? We've got kick-ass
fight scenes, a cool fucking monster, and Vincent Cassel more twisted
than we've seen since Hate. All under the direction of
Christophe Gans who could make a fucking KFC commercial look
epic. The guy puts together shots that give you wood, and piles
them on top of one another so that you have to keep rewinding the
fucking thing to make sure you saw what you think you saw. Think
David Fincher, only amped up.

And Monica Belucci's ass.

Get it and Love it.

Save Yourselves,

'Nuff Sugar.