Warning: children or adults active in watching Hannah Montanna should be dicouraged from reading the bellow script unless accompanied by a sane person. The message below may contain mild language and slightly aggresive side affects. Should not read if pregnant, menstrating, or in love with Miley Cyrus (in other words, girls are encouraged not to read).
Wednesday March 24, 2010 I had the opportunity to participate in one of the great moments of life. The moment of the first viewing of The Last Song. Being one of the pyschos that must read the book before seeing any movie that is based off a book, I was quite excited to see this movie, for unlike any other Nicolas Spark's book, I actually got into this one. Naturally, after finishing the book I watched the trailer 7 times and looked up all the actors until the awaited day of the midnight showing. My willing friend Kaitlyn and I showed up to AMC with sweet & salties, the snuggles, and a large appetite for some man flesh; the necessities for any Nicolas Spark's movie. The much anticipated hour began with the first shot of Miley Cyrus, just a slight drawback of the movie, I thought. Then, she opened her mouth. It was the worst sound I had ever heard! Like a cat falling off a 10-story building. I couldn't believe it! Hannah Montanna was not gonna ruin this movie for me. But as the movie went on, ruin she did. With all of Hannah's bootie shorts and bellie shirts, she had inspired something: the ecnouragement to act. I mean, if people call what she did acting, then I can do that! My acting skills, although underdeveloped, are still exceeding hers that really have not earned the title of "acting skills." She has more of an "acting handicap." Moral of the story, bootie shorts and belly shirts cause a loss of brain cells.
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