I manage to enunciate when I have a whole brisload of sliced-off foreskins in my mouth. Have that, Niemi.

This is the best Charles Mudede review Paul Constant ever wrote.

Yeti content notwithstanding ... what put me off about seeing this film (and I likely will not) was the all too TWEE nature of its trailer.
Really, I've lived through this stuff and nonsense in the early 7o's back when chicks demanding equal this and that was still quite the novelty and so iconoclastic that so as to be ground-breaking and rightfully attention-getting.
Now?
It's a bit too much.
(I'm a chick)