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Netflix is the greatest invention of all time, ever, period, no exception. I guess period would go after no exception since it is the signifier of a sentence's end, but that's just how superfantabulously fucking awesome Netflix is; it supercedes even the laws of grammar to create some ubernetflixgrammar that is (quite possibly) above the laws of Nature herself, although even the most stringent Neocon would tell you that's a bit of a stretch. But what do they matter for anyway? Certainly not trust and money wisely spent. They're certainly not worthy of a Netflix account in any case, filling up qeues with bad 80s action and softcore gay porn. Netflix is reserved for real men, like me and the Rolling Stones.

First up: Y Tu Mama Tambien from Alfonso Cuaron, who, by the by, is rapidly becoming my all-time favorite filmmaker. Will I review it? Maybe. Possibly. Probably. In other words, not likely. But in the event that a review is birthed from my robust canal, it shall be posted here (among other places. Pandering is even sweeter than ignorance).