Datehole Exclusive Upate: Across the nation today hip movie goers stepped from theaters as far reaching as Astoria, the East Village, Chelsea, and Cobble Hill (no not the one at Atlantic; the artsy one further down Court that was in Spiderman 3) and were found to be crippled by the inherent hypocrisy in their previously-held opinions on Chuck Kosterman as a derivative, one-trick hack and their obvious enjoyment of the film they had just seen.
“I’m just not sure how I am going to be able to really recommend [Knocked Up] to my friends. I mean, they’ve heard me go on for 15 to 20 minutes about how Killing Yourself to Live was so horribly overrated and how it was bascially a bunch of rambling observations we all have when we’re high at night,” said Brian Millbrook who had caught the 7:05 pm showing in Union Square. Letting out a large sigh, which puffed his cheeks in a show of obvious vexation, Brian resolved to “work it out somehow” before the Datarock show later that night at Studio B.
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