punk is dead
You don't get it, do you dude? Blown-out wigs live, man.
What We Do is Secret (2008): I really can't make an honest appraisal of this film, since the first six minutes were so fucking godawful that I had turn it off. So bad, so very, very bad: those six minutes were so bad, Carl fucking Laemmle should've come out at the beginning to warn me. Those six minutes were so bad, it's just the sort of obscenely medieval shit you'd find black site interrogators at Guantanamo and Bagram Air Base passing back and forth: waterboarding has nothing on those brutal six minutes. Oh, so bad, so so bad.
Maybe the remaining 86 ticks are redeemed somehow, I don't know, but I wish you the very best of luck in finding out.