Matt Singer’s review published on Letterboxd:
“We ain’t a fucking bunch of NASA scientists over here, you know what I mean? This ain’t a Mensa convention! We’re getting down and dirty!”
I genuinely love that after 95 minutes of watching men get gored by bulls, blown up in port-a-potties, throttled with paintballs, turned into human skate ramps, bitten by scorpions, launched into the air by catapulting sofa cushions, zapped by electrified dance floors, and punched in the nuts by UFC champions (or by tiny motorized hands), there’s a disclaimer that proudly announces “no animals were harmed.”
You have no idea how much pleasure this brings me.