I give this movie four stars. This movie is better than Citizen Kane, Casablanca, and the Swiss Family Robinson spliced together with gay porn.
The only thing I hated was Seymour, played by former teen idol, Steve Buscemi. Seymour sucks, and the more I see myself turning into him the more I hate him. Whiney assed old fart, into his geeky obsessions and nothing, and nobody else. Fuck that.
"I don't want to meet anyone with my interests."
"I hate my interests."
Yeah, and we hate you Seymour.
From now on, I'm listening to Celine Dionne, and talking to people I don't even know about "long walks on the beach" and "candlelit dinners." I'm going to change my name to Miranda and get thrown off every city bus in this damn town. I'm going to go Christmas Caroling in July and beat up any fuckers that get in my way.