This film is about when you are all out with your friends having a few drinks and generally having a good time when one of your mates turn up with his fat fucking 25 stone missus who then tramps around flattening everything, eating people and generally acting like a twat and ruining everything for everyone. Christ, I know she’s a stupid, remboid, fist magnet chipwreck – I could’ve told you that! You don’t have to make a film about the fat cunt for gods sake.
Once again, Hollywood seem intent to mock my life (after Idiocricy did as well, though my review got bollocksed up by the forum error that plagues this place now, and it was quite a long one too) and I don’t want to reminded of how the fat mess annoys me everytime I see her when all I want to do is go to the pictures to be entertained.
But unlike Idiocrisy, which was just a blatant defamatory attack on me, there is at least a moral to this film. Here it is. If you do have a missus who’s thick as pigshit, a complete salad dodger and annoying as hell for fucks sake don’t take her out with you and inflict her on your mates. Show some consideration. It’s not only bad form, it’s embarrassing for you, it’s embarrassing for them, and come the end of the night you run the risk of your mates going home hungry when the munter pushes to the front of the queue in the kebab shop and shovels it’s entire contents into her fat face before waddling off to find a taxi (or get bombed by the USAF in Central Park, one of the other).