My advance review of Kevin Smith’s latest cinematic bowel movement.
While thinking of a movie to review for Shitfest: Winter I was hit by a stroke of fantastic luck: I was invited to a sneak preview of the latest horrible Kevin Smith film! If there’s better material for a Shitfest movie than the movies Kevin Smith literally shits out onto a reel of film then wipes his cratered ass with that stupid orange and blue hockey jersey he wears then wears it the rest of the week because why not he couldn’t smell any worse, then I don’t know about it.
If you don’t already know the story of Tusk, Smith got the idea for it from a hoax news story about a lonely man (Mr. Howe) who spent months at sea with only a walrus to keep him company and was now looking for a roommate who could live in his mansion free of charge if…
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