Heck, I don’t even do Fly Fishing movie reviews let alone a review on some hipster, Indie documentary. Well, I was whiling away an hour or so and this movie was on…Catfish.
The movie is annoyingly impish at first, but it awkwardly builds suspense and concludes with you sitting there in your dirty Tshirt, old sweat pants and exposed on the Internet as the deceiving bastard you are! Ok, that’s a bit harsh.
The last few scenes with the still fibbing Angela Wessleman are worth the rental fee or download….touching even if she is still in character. Many of us have been there. Many of us should be more careful. What goes around comes around. Thank goodness for the Catfish of life, although they really don’t help some folks.
Oh, the ‘it’s a fake’ crowd (not that it matters) you keep on those mailing lists with the Truther’s and Chem Trail crowd. OK, that’s it. No more movie reviews.
SwittersB & Exploring 
What a dud,I haven’t smoked enough of those special cigs yet to even watch this.
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I know, I know. I said the same thing. Came into room, my kid had it on…I muttered some sort of ‘what’s this bs?’ I sat and watched it and was annoyed by the guy in it, Nev, but as I say if curiosity gets to you, the last half hour is worth a touch of empathy and confirmation how messed up some people are both writing and wishing on the net….I mean it isn’t Lassie or The Yearling for crying out loud. 🙂 That’s why I said no more movie reviews AND I don’t review beers or chili
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