OK, so I can't actually review Harlod Ramis' "Year One" (2009) because I turned it off after the first 20 minutes.
All I can say is that the film holds a certain existential quality. Lying, sick in bed, staring at the TV, "Year One" made me re-assess my life. It made me reconsider my position in the universe and ponder the big questions like 'why am I here', 'what is my purpose' and 'why the fuck would I waste a part of what little time I have on this earth by watching the rest of this film'.
Harold Ramis; for shame.
All I can say is that the film holds a certain existential quality. Lying, sick in bed, staring at the TV, "Year One" made me re-assess my life. It made me reconsider my position in the universe and ponder the big questions like 'why am I here', 'what is my purpose' and 'why the fuck would I waste a part of what little time I have on this earth by watching the rest of this film'.
Harold Ramis; for shame.
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