In order to salvage what would otherwise have been a bust of a celebratory evening, I decided I would go out and rent a cheesy, gay, coming-of-age flick and commune with myself.
Contrary to the rave reviews on amazon, Get Real is one of the tritest pieces of crap I've ever seen. And I was looking forward to it! A British film! A gay British film!
And I realize that as a cheesy, gay, coming-of-age flick, it had a certain formula to follow, but it was far too chockful of lines like:
"I'm so scared."
"I know."
"How the fuck can you know? You're not me!"
"I know."
The rumors of the last hundred-fifty years are true: the British Empire really is on the decline.
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