Overview: Two families of dweebs, spazzes, and other assorted degenerates are brought together by their mutual annoyance with a cat who can talk, except it can only talk to any person once, because that's the rule.
Directed By: David DeCoteau (credited as Mary Crawford), 2012
The Case For: Provides the missing evidence you need to finish your angry manifesto about how cats will be responsible for the downfall of human society.
The Case Against: Misleading title - should have been something more like A Mumbling Cat!?! or in Japan Cheese Puff Orgy Hairless Boy Miracle Fashion Team, or even something just a bit more metaphysical like What the Fuck is This!?!.
Trillaphon: A Shitty Talking Animal Movie!?!
Hydrogen: Yes, that's right, A Talking Cat!?!, a movie so bad that its own title is incredulous that such a film could ever exist. Don't be fooled by the sense of wonder and amazement that title is trying desperately to convey, because this movie has neither.
Trillaphon: OK, so which rotten soulless son of a bitch suggested we watch this movie again?
Hydrogen: Forums user Onomarchus, I believe.
Trillaphon: I know who I'm saving my next Jihad for.
Hydrogen: Good, that leaves David DeCoteau for me then.
Trillaphon: That guy is pretty much the Canadian Charlie Band. Speaking of talentless hacks, I wonder who was holding Eric Roberts' voodoo doll's crotch over the fire to get/keep him in on this?
Hydrogen: He probably didn't even know he was in it; he signs movie contracts like blue whales eat krill.
Trillaphon: Noisily and at depths of over 100m?
Hydrogen: Sure, why not. Or maybe he's just the world's greatest multitasker and banged this out between takes on the 12 other movies he was doing that day.
Trillaphon: That would explain why it sounds like he's reading his lines into Batman's armpit.
Hydrogen: It's all so clear now.
Hows about you, me, and five uncomfortable minutes in my basement apartment next to the dusty Christmas tree that's still up from my last visit with my estranged children.
The Upper Kitchen Cabinet Where Your Roommate Keeps His Food: You’ll 'need the footstool' to reach your roommate’s 'fine selection' of 'stale cereal,' but he'll never notice if 'only a little is missing from each box.' Feel less guilty by reminding yourself that Jeff 'acts weird around your girlfriend,' and always 'asks about her.' What a 'creep.'
This ain't your daddy's globe...! .... or is it?!
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