Okay.

I'm about to kick a kitten through a fan.

What the hell is this Little Man bullshit that they call a movie? C'mon guys, I love the Wayans brothers as much as the next guy, but this.....this? This is freakin' embarrasing. No, wait, horrific. You know what's more embarrasing than the release of this cinematic brilliance? The fact that people are actually going to see it.

Did anyone see this trailer and not twitch and/or vomit? I was so embarrased and uncomfortable witnessing it, that I almost came out of my seat.

Message to the Wayans Brothers: Just because you CAN do it, doesn't mean you SHOULD.

This is more ridiculous than anything that douchebag Rob Schneider ever dreamt up.

C'mon now, I appreciate slapstick stupid comedy. I love the classics. Tommy Boy, Animal House, and Dumb and Dumber. There are very few things I enjoy above toliet humor. But seriously. Okay, so there's a midget pretending to be a baby in some big crime caper. Wow. Insert tit jokes here, and the like. This is just embarrasing, again.

On top of it all, there's the *special* effects thing that makes it even creepier. His big ole melon is photoshopped (or whatever they call it) on top of the body of a toddler. Wow. That's clever. Yet, he's STILL A PERV and a gross example of humanity. Yeah guys, that's hilarious.

The only people I abhor more than the producers/directors/writers of this fiasco are the people that will actually watch it. I'm dead serious. If I am in line at a theater and I overhear ONE freakin' person say two for Little Man, I'm going to punch you BOTH in the throat. Hard. Like really, really hard. Until -you're-on-the-cement-gasping-for-your-last-breath-hard. Just sayin'.

See? This is what's wrong with America, at another core level. People willingly going to movies like this. People ordering a venti fucking anything. Little girls wearing t-shirts that barely cover their tits that say I kissed your boyfriend, or High Maintenance or You want me, or better yet, one I saw yesterday on a 10-12 year old..Queen of Mean. Nice, girls. All about the attitude, is it?

I'll tell you something about attitude. You don't get it from a t-shirt, or an *extreme* beverage or bag of chips, or a cup of overpriced 'effing coffee from a Corporate chain. You get it from experience, and life, and not always getting what you want, but sometimes getting what you need. That's attitude. Grow the fuck up, and try not to do it so fast. It ain't that cool.

I guess I need my own shirt:

Insane drunkard pontificating bitch who provokes easily regarding silly trailers from inherentily stupid Sony movies involving midgets and stupid sex jokes.

Then again, that's just me.