 I'm gonna sleep in your bloody carcasses tonight!
Caught Hobo at the Bradford film fest after months of anticipation. It lived up to it all. Bloody, balls-to-the-wall, goretastic hilarity. Couldn't put a foot wrong. And what's more, the ladies enjoyed it too. You know why, because it's got a heart, a big old slightly-alzheimer's heart embodied by Rutger Hauer's bear loving, lawn-mowing hobo. And what a performance! Pushed all of my buttons. . . even the pleasure button.
PS: such cool news about the Prince Charles screening Sam. BOo YeAH!
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