>I watched Dirt tonight. Who knew you could show strap-ons and asphyxiation sex without an extra fee to the Pay per View gods? Aside from the initial shock value of the first 15 minutes of the show, there was nothing worth remembering. The hallucinations of the schizo paparazzo did nothing for the plot. I’d rather have watched commercials.
Just how many entertainment industry clichés can we pack into one hour? The actor who sells out his girlfriend’s friend to help out his career, the basketball player who sleeps with whores, but claims to be a family man, the actress who gets pregnant and does drugs, but has moral issues with abortion then overdoses. It was like a bad acid trip meets the Christmas Carol in Hollywood.
Let’s hope this train wreck gets cancelled so I don’t have to be subjected to the tidal wave of commercials while I’m watching reruns of That 70’s Show.