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En film av Directed by Richard W. Munchkin

There are guns. Fake blood. Also, sunglasses. But the best part of the movie — and there are many good parts — might be the final scene. It’s a slap to the forehead that will make you yell triumphantly and pump your fists, and then maybe dance in your living room and knock over a bottle of (non-alcoholic) beer in the process. If I have a choice to dance or die, then I choose dance. - Bleedingskull.com