People sang songs at inappropriate times, made wisecracks about the acting, and threw books at the screen.
#Fateful findings movie#
Everyone was there to see a terrible movie and make fun of it all the way through. I watched it on a midnight screening at the Nuart Theater in Los Angeles, a theatre infamous for its weekly showings of the cult classic The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I think it’s appropriate to point out that I did not watch this film under normal film-viewing conditions.
And who am I to interfere with the workings of nature? I have heard it argued by me that Fateful Findings is in fact not a movie, but a virulent retrovirus of the mind that slowly eats the victims sanity and causes them to become a vector for future infection. I don’t think I can appropriately describe this film, because it is rumored that to do so is to become Neil Breen, and I have given instructions to my dog to shoot me if that happens. I include in that statement my experiences seeing: someone uncontrollably vomiting in a car, a teacher undergoing a nervous breakdown, a drunken or possibly mentally ill homeless man wandering a park near children, the death of several pets, and a Jewish boy going berserk after repeatedly being called a Nazi. It is, without a doubt, the worst thing I have seen in my entire life. A movie called Fateful Findings, by Neil Breen.
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