  Who the fuck brings a three-year-old child to an "R" rated movie? Well, some idiot comfortably seated behind us stuffing his pudgy, irresponsible face with popcorn did. And what a devilish little brat this kid was! At one point, he (or she...I couldn't tell; it was dark) got up from where it was sitting and started running around as if the place were goddamn circus. Not that that's the child's fault, I might add. He shouldn't even have been dragged there in the first place. Parents these days... Anyway, about twenty minutes ago, I just returned home after seeing The Passion of the Christ with my wonderfully eccentric comrade, Laura. God, words cannot even begin to describe how powerful this movie is. You'd have to be Satan himself to not shed a tear during this awesome film. We all left the theater dumbfounded, speechless, and uncontrollably shaking. Mel Gibson definitely achieved groundbreaking superiority with this one. But, like I said, words simply can't describe. You have to see this film for yourself, and I highly recommend that you all do. Maybe it will shine a light on your dull-as-dirt lives. 
