I never claimed to be a cinematic aficionado, at least not in public or hidden from my justifiable narcissism - but from this moment on, I hubrisicly title myself, 'The Fault-finding Bard.' And WHY you ask? Well first, what kind of an idiot would put a freaking jalopy-junker in a shed? Whats even worse, some discombobulated scribe penned this rubbish and prostituted it as art - and someone actually got paid for it, wow. The directing is the program's shining star, sadly even its brilliance quickly dims as the story progresses. Kudos to the shed, very swanky hangout. No, just kidding, that was garbage too. Obviously I'm no fan and have wasted more time writing this review than watching the show.
Review of Happy Endings: Happy Rides
