Pan Labyrinth

The last time i step into a movie theater, it turns out to be a horrible experience. I came out an hour and fifty nine minutes later, pale with a half box of uneaten popcorns, in full on shock mode. Nobody told me that pan labyrinth is not a happy-happy-joy-joy children fairy tale. I was half expecting scenes of friendly elves in matching suits, teleporting kitchen cabinets and talking platypus. No. None of those make it to the final script. Instead it's second to second filled with useless pin size third class fairies, eyeless pile of mutated rubber, slimy underground passage way and a century old fern faggot. Needless to say, it was a bloody horror film that's so bad, it makes american pie seems like an oscar winning materpiece. And thanks to our champion subtitle writer and hard working censorship classifier, pan labyrinth is by far the only movie played in our local movie theater that allows fuck and bitch to be part of the script. All those horrifying fist smashing-mouth cutting-nazi torturing scenes that fail to be edited out, left me creeping to the edge of my seat. Pan Labyrinth is definitely not a movie for the weak-hearted. Personally, it's like watching an ugly version of alice in wonderland. Ew (shivering) Awful.