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THE WORLD OF MR. SATANISM VS.
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(1984)
Ah, 8th grade girls. Nature's candy. This starts with a guy coming home from a bad date, but St. Valentine's Day himself appears to set things right and I'll be fucked with a pope stick if it isn't John Belushi's goddamned brother. I don't know why, but I find that particularly disturbing. Anyway, John Belushi's brother seems pretty cracked - he yells, he throws knives around, and he even flips out on a "Simon" in one part - but he gets the job done and the main guy patches shit up with his girl. It turns out this chick is pretty cool too- she's smart, she's chill, and she even offers to dress as a Catholic schoolgirl for him, sans underwear! So what does this fuckhole do? He asks out a sub-par dame behind her back! What a moron- if you're gonna play around you should always trade up. Since he's an idiot it only takes him about ten minutes to get busted, and before long everybody's bitching and whining (mainly him, ironically enough). Looks like it's time for John Belushi's brother to save the day again, except... he doesn't. Seriously, he shows up, but while the main guy and his girl are arguing he just hangs out in the background vacuuming the floor! What the hell? Why don't you do something, John Belushi's brother, you stupid asshole? What a retarded, pointless movie. They could've at least shown the girlfriend in that schoolgirl outfit.
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YOU don't have to PUT UP with the HIP.
