Today, I am serving you up a rant. Mili Wifey style. I know, I KNOW. I am normally an extremely positive person, but, BUT, I just cannot take it anymore.
If I see that bound from Satan's colon, stinking pile of evil poo poo known as the Fifty Shades Darker trailer ONE.MORE.TIME.
I am going to LOSE MY SHIT.
Enough is enough, people.
In case you have been living under a rock, or have not turned on a television or radio, or have not watched a YouTube video or just in general, have not been a breathing member of the human species, Fifty Shades Darker, the follow up to the first horrendous shit pie "film," is coming to theaters. And because of course it is, the release date is Valentine's Day. Because who does not want to watch a little booty spanking and handcuffing on Valentine's Day, right?
Mili Wifey tried to watch Fifty Shades Of Grey (yep, I am talking about myself in the third person again so you know I mean business). About 10 minutes into the movie, I wanted to dial up the CIA and inform them to stop whatever they were doing in the torture department because watching this film would cause anyone to offer up vital information immediately. This movie seriously needs a disclaimer that it has been known to cause excessive heartburn, brain fluid leakage, ass chapping from the runny poo you will have after sitting through the diarrhea dialogue, and really, just flat out ignorance.
AND NOW, they have made another movie. It seems the studio is trying damn hard to pull some sort of unauthorized Jedi mind trick by planting the trailer EVERYWHERE. Before ANYTHING. In EVERY.SINGLE.COMMERCIAL. This way, some poor saps will be drug to the movie by their significant other on Valentine's Day.
My friends, this trailer is horrible. If I hear Dakota Johnson say one more time:
Are you offering me hearts and flowers, Christian?
And I hear "What Is Happening To ME!!!" sung at some pitch only dogs can hear by Zayn (featuring T-Swift, because of course it is).
THIS is going to be Mili Wifey:
I am holding you responsible, Universal Pictures.
Legit, Military Husband send THEM the bill for the funeral.
Really, friends. I have never been subjected to something this intolerable in the form of advertising a movie. Can this madness end now? Wait, what? There is going to be a third movie? Fifty Shades Freed?
I QUIT LIFE.
Are you sick of the Fifty Shades Darker trailer? Will you be watching this movie? Is anyone else just as annoyed as I am? Let me know in the comments below!
I am in a Fifty Shades Shitshow, because I am,