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When I left the theater after watching 3 I was convinced it was the worst movie I've even seen. That remained true for 24 hours when I walked out of Somewhere in Montana. This piece of shit made my brain hurt and my blood simmer. I wish I had stuck around to tell the director of this steaming turd what I think of him and his brain-mangling, soul destroying monstrosity but I didn't. It was part of a film festival of shitty films. That wasn't the billing, just what happened. It was free at least.

Oh and I met a bunch of film people. That was illuminating. It isn't just the Hollywood types who get all wackadoodle; all but one of those people made me wish I hadn't gone at all. He probably felt the same way as he didn't stick around.