Mortdecai Fashion Design
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Mortimer 2022-03-26 09:01:09
A collection of unpleasant high-cold shit and piss jokes, as a neuro-comedy, it's not that bad, but the highlights are concentrated on the bad fun jokes, the main line is flat and procrastination, and the sense of rhythm is slightly unbalanced. now--
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Brett 2022-04-22 07:01:40
The burden of old-school jokes that can't be played, the crappy plot that is empty and lacking, and the vulgar aesthetics, I really can't appreciate it.
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Mortdecai: Oh, my darling, I tried desperately to be unfaithful to you, I really did. But I just couldn't do it.
Johanna: It's a terrible moment when you find yourself falling in love with your own spouse, isn't it?
Mortdecai: Now that is the look that softens every bone in my body, except one.
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Mortdecai: [arrives at hotel] Jock. Dear, sweet, sperm-heavy Jock. Behold this America, this new colossus, this fair land of the free!
[sees bikini-clad girls in the lobby]
Mortdecai: What kind of hell-place is this? I feel as though we've made a wrong turn and arrived on the set of a pornographic film.
[asks hotel clerk]
Mortdecai: Have we taken a wrong turn and arrived on the set of a pornographic film?
Hotel Clerk: Checking in?
Mortdecai: I am Mortdecai, Lord of Silverdale. I should like to request a bucket of ice, "Do Not Disturb" sign, and a bulldozer.
Hotel Clerk: Checking in?
Jock: Yeah, we're checking in.
Mortdecai: I suspect I may need to redecorate.
Hotel Clerk: Room 326, overlooks the pool.
[hands over a room card]
Mortdecai: So all I must do is show up, and I'm presented with a credit card. No wonder your country's in financial ruin.
Hotel Clerk: Do you need help with your bags?
Mortdecai: No, I do not need help with my bags. I have a fucking manservant. Strange country.