Across the Universe (movie review)

This tableau of clichés, an homage to Jahiliyyah (vacuous liberalism), had me squirming pretty bad, fumbling for that cell phone thinking to play Luxor.

Like, if we're taking histories, give me Kinsey any day.

The King Kong in me wanted to grab a small plane and jab it into my forehead.

That being said, there were funny parts. I liked the American Pop guy at the bottom of the escalator, and the out of control sufi priest in the hospital.

The blue heads were funny, kinda like blue meanies on a diet.

The military geeks were clearly a different species, more like those chocolate factory dwarfs Johnny Depp hangs out with, only bigger.