The Boys (1998)
The Boys is a disturbingly putrid portrait of Australian masculinity at its worst.
The Boys is a disturbingly putrid portrait of Australian masculinity at its worst.
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The middle half of the film is genuinely gripping and surprising, surpassing any budgetary constraints.
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Undefeated Bahamut Chronicle is a whole lotta anime.
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