Minions

James (Schaffrillas)1.0

There was a scene where they try to hang the Minions and I liked that scene

Hayden5.0

To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand an arthouse film like Minions (2015). The humor is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of minion-ese most of the jokes will go over a typical viewer's head. There's also Stuart's nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven into his characterization and his personal philosophy draws heavily from Narodnaya Volya literature, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these jokes, to realize that they're not just funny- they say something deep about BANANA. As a consequence people who dislike Minions truly ARE idiots of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the humor in Bob's existential catchphrase "Bello" which itself is a cryptic reference to our very own English language greeting "Hello". I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Brian Lynch's genius wit unfolds itself on their television screens. What fools.. how I pity them.And yes, by the way, i DO have a banana tramp stamp tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It's for the ladies' eyes only- and even then they have to demonstrate that they're within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand. Nothin personnel kid

sydney

when i say i would die for my daughter, it doesn't only mean i would give her a vital organ or make her drink the last of the water in a desert or take her place in front of an oncoming speeding vehicle or pull her out of a burning building. it also means i will die thousands upon thousands of small deaths - i watched the seconds of my life tick slowly away as i endured the mind-numbing boredom of watching an infant attempt a simple puzzle, i took years off my life when i made myself sick with lack of sleep or stress or worry, i feel a pain close to death as i stand and make awkward small talk with other parents at school events, my heart breaks when i put her in time out or angrily send her to bed early. i see her grow older and the parts of her dependent on me begin to disappear, a part of me will die when she says her first teenage "i hate you" and the part of me that lived only to keep her alive will wither away as she waves goodbye to go off to her first apartment. years upon years of putting her needs ahead of myself, hundreds of thousands of dollars to give her everything she could possibly want, thousands of hours wondering how i could ever make it through another day. so what could i do on her one and only 9th birthday but take her to this horrid lazy movie about these monsters sent from some cutesy marketing hell that i can't seem to escape? well, all things considered this wasn't so bad - annoying, boring, baffling but harmless. fine. she laughed, and the light from her beautiful face will lead me through any darkness. i have suffered much worse before and i will continue to suffer, not because i have to, but because she's a treasure and i'm a sucker who can never say no, and as much as it pains me sometimes it's truly a joy to sacrifice for her.now let us never speak of this again.