May

(2002)

This broad is so off her goddamned rocker that she can't even get a guy to fuck her (and considering the fact that guys will fuck pretty much anything that stops moving long enough for them to get their dick into it, that's pretty disturbing). She gets even crazier as time goes on, and every once in a while they show this piece of glass cracking just in case we don't get it. Yeah, thanks, Orson Welles, I never would have figured it out without your brilliant symbolism and shit. Fuck you. She finally starts cutting people up, but it takes way too long to get to that part so most of this movie is just an annoying, mediocre chick constantly flipping out over nothing, and if you really want to spend time watching that you probably already live with your girlfriend.

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