Here’s a minor miracle in the Case of Caffeine Powered vs. The Shit Stain Rendition of The Great Gatsby. The dirty little diaper of over-shined nonsense that Luhrmann was planning on dropping out this Christmas has gotten pushed back into next summer.  Just enough time to unleash a micro-toxin that only erodes overwrought Baz Luhrmann nonsense. Better sent those copies of Moulin Rogue to your secret base on Mars, folks. My victory is ascending.

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