Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, I spent $40 on Sunday so that you won’t have to. That’s the price I paid for myself and Mrs Zeppelin to see a showing of Matt Damon’s pedantic, fussy, Leftist trope — which included the price of admission, some popcorns, drinks and Junior Mints.

The popcorn and Junior Mints saved the day. The movie itself was a waste of space and time.

Let’s cut to the chase. DOWNSIZING is nothing more than a two hour and fifteen minute Leftist lecture on overpopulation and climate change. In other words — yawn — “we’re all gonna die.” Been there, done that, caught the trailer.

Yeah, whatever.

Make no mistake, the producers, directors and distributors knew they had a turkey POS on their hands. That’s the reason the trailers made you think it was going to be a comedy. But in truth it’s a funny as watching a dog lick its own vomit.

I’m sure its creators intended for the film to be darkly didactic. Instead it’s a piece of easily avoidable darkly-crafted shite. I’d place this easily into the same dribbling waste can of effluvium as the film MOTHER. Also to be avoided as if it possessed rippling, wet Hantavirus.

It’s the Norwegian doctors and their Caucasoid-ridden followers who first created the downsizing trend and, like Dr Strangelove’s (Arzt merkwûrdige Liebe) mineshaft suggestion, they all join hands, watch their final sunset, and trot down to their own 2017 Dr Strangelove mineshaft equivalent.

Jesus. Doesn’t anyone in Hollywood have an original thought in their head any more?

I guess none of these Leftist fucktards read Paul Ehrlich. And how he was brain-glazingly wrong.

Shocked?

Not shocked.

BZ