When I was a teacher, there were countless times when I saw someone do something absolutely stupid. Cheating, throwing stuff across the room, swearing, punching, tripping - you name it. But in countless situations, even when I saw it with my own two eyes, the perpetrator of the misdeed would deny it or spin it with such utter f--king conviction, I would actually question indisputable fact. The only thing worse than questioning my own sanity, was finally coming to terms with their shady abilities. If these kids could put that much effort and skill into something worthwhile, they could go places. Instead, as I often told them, they were really smart at being dumb.
I don't even know where to begin with The FP. Honestly, I don't. After clicking on a link @davidcinema posted on Twitter about The 10 Worst Movies On Netflix (and being that I kind of dig trash), I decided to check some of them out. Well, I was going to check out some of them, but now I just might settle on one.
The FP, as far as I can discern, tells the story of a futuristic world where conflicts are settled via a dance-battle videogame. This game, known as Beat Beat Revelation, apparently is the primary way of conducting hardcore business. No, seriously. Rival gangs from the 245 and the 248 compete in these dance-offs with the loser dying on the machine, or as they put it, 187'd.
I can't believe I'm going to continue, but anyway, after losing his brother BTRO to a Beat Beat Revelation related death (I'm still holding out that he died from pre-existing conditions), main character JTRO is left to wander the earth, like Stallone in the arguably more impactful First Blood. And as much as JTRO would like to continue this paltry existence, it appears he must avenge his brother's death. Not just for BTRO, no. But for the ducks at the pond. That's not a clever phrase, either. I mean it. The f--king ducks. At the f--king pond.
The FP, as far as I can discern, tells the story of a futuristic world where conflicts are settled via a dance-battle videogame. This game, known as Beat Beat Revelation, apparently is the primary way of conducting hardcore business. No, seriously. Rival gangs from the 245 and the 248 compete in these dance-offs with the loser dying on the machine, or as they put it, 187'd.
I can't believe I'm going to continue, but anyway, after losing his brother BTRO to a Beat Beat Revelation related death (I'm still holding out that he died from pre-existing conditions), main character JTRO is left to wander the earth, like Stallone in the arguably more impactful First Blood. And as much as JTRO would like to continue this paltry existence, it appears he must avenge his brother's death. Not just for BTRO, no. But for the ducks at the pond. That's not a clever phrase, either. I mean it. The f--king ducks. At the f--king pond.
