Fuck: The Movie

Well, I must say that this film surprised me quite a bit. My son brought a copy home that his schoolmate had copied for him, and seeing the title, I told him I would screen it before he saw it. It was only 6 minutes long, so it didn't take long for me to view "Fuck: The Movie." Let me tell you, I was very glad I did.

An actor that I don't really enjoy is in this film, Wesley Snipes. I usually find his work contrite and rather borish. Well, he brought me to tears in this one. I won't give away too much of the story, but needless to say, I wish I could have seen this in the theatre, anywhere. If you are able to get a copy of this film, treasure it, because there is absolutely nothing else quite like "Fuck: The Movie."

Going into this film, with the title being as vulgar as it is, I, being THE Sean McQueen, was a tad weary of what to expect. Was I going to see a picturesque, eloquently put together film, or was I destined for a movie of pornographic nature and crude jokes? I am happy to reveal, this movie met both criteria.

In it's short 6-minutes, Fuck: The Movie taught me all the life-lessons I could ever have hoped for. Without doubt, I come away from this film as a better man. This movie gave me hope that I could someday be as good as Snipe's character in the film. I quickly called the neighborhood veterinary clinic and signed up to volunteer. This film inspired me to be a better person, and I think the producer/writer for that.

If you do anything with your life, make sure you see Fuck: The Movie.

While scrolling through the comments here, I saw that there were no female comments and few female votes for this movie. This might lead someone to believe that the film suffers from Fight Club Syndrome, i.e. great, but not embraced or commended by women. This film surpasses gender boundaries. The themes apply to both sexes and every nationality. It crossed the boundaries of religion and belief to bring together in all of us that which is utterly human and questions our very mode of existence. Classics are works whose message transcend time and fickle social movements to hold true to that part of the human condition that never changes. When we speak of classics, we think of The Odyssey, Romeo and Juliet, War and Peace. Add a new work to the list of classics, Fuck: the Movie. Rest assured, when the anthropologists of the past look at our time and its great works to sketch our society, they will not ignore this masterpiece.

The name may be sort of odd, but the film is a dead serious piece of art. From the beginning, you are gripped with emotion, and it continues until the very end. I was fortunate enough to get a tape of this film from a friend of mine who lives in L.A.. I paid 50 dollars for it, but it was worth more than a hundred. I can honestly say that it is the only film that made me bawl. I have not even so much as shed a tear since Henry Rowengardner re-broke his arm near the end of "Rookie of the Year" and had to pitch the division game without his gift of heat. But this movie seriously provoked tears from me. I recommend this movie to anyone who appreciates fine cinema, and I begrudgingly scold the academy for overlooking this fine independent film.

To say this movie is the best of its time is a grave understatement. This film is what cinema was meant to be. When we speak of films as "could've been better" what we mean is, it could have been more like "Fuck: The Movie". It features an all star cast and an enriching storyline that questions the very nature of our nature. No one is safe from the heart-wrenching drama of this work of art. It pulls at your heartstrings and provokes you to feel in ways you've never felt before. The cinematography is as engrossing as it is vivid and the imagery is the stuff of legend. Those who have gazed upon this wonderful work have gazed on one of the few instances of an artform at its peak that this generation has seen. If you have not seen this movie, do not see it; feel it. This film is not to be seen, it is to be experienced. It will change you, it will transform the very fabric of your soul, totally and unmercifully.