A phony, shallow, boring crapfest, in which all manner of dullards get in touch with their feelings. Filled with bogus New Age, 1980s self help gobbledygook.
Actual lines of dialogue:
“I can’t go on a trip right now; I haven’t meditated in a WEEK!”
“I don’t need to love you to prove I love myself”
“Did anyone ever tell you you look like James Taylor?”
“You’ve got to get your ass into that meditation room every day.”
The prosecution rests.
1 comment:
Well said - such a disappointment.
Will;
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