Wordsmoker

Oh, come on, Burt Reynolds – it’s time you gave it a rest. Do I have to be the first to say that you’re getting a bit old for “chase movies”? I mean – this clip looks moderately exciting as you Tokyo Drift your wheels around someone’s garden as you try to escape the horny maw of the law, but you’ve got to call it a day some time, and this looks like it. You’re just embarrassing yourself, man. And I don’t want to be there in the cinema when Sally Field trundles in on her walker, all whored-up with her pancake tits pushed up in a satin blouse or something while the corpse of Dom Deluise takes another of your mock punches to his worm-eaten face. Give it up, Burt. Please.