Netflix just released Guy Ritche's "The Gentlemen" and I don't know how long he will be able to live with the shame of it. It's like they stuck a gun in his ass and told him to make his best version of a film students Quentin Tarantino meets Robert Altman movie, casting a skittles bag of implausible tokens in a propaganda film about the end of contemporary stories about white people.

The producers and writers see that movies are fiction, and fiction can be about anything, so why not make it about contrived political tropes that pander to people who see themselves as victims? Because the movies suck, that's why.

I like Ritchie as a director and he's really interesting in interviews, but jesus fucking christ man. Watching Hugh Grant mince around, it was like someone was blackmailing him into doing that role. It was like a whole movie about the end of the Wolverine series, which was about passing on a legacy to the skittle people: little saccharine tokens of rainbow colors with simulated flavor that cause cavities and are contrived to be marketed to children and the poor.

Who ate Guy Ritchie's balls?