What, are you too good for the show?
Yeah, I'm too good for a karaoke contest that makes stars out of people with no talent.
You can't say that, dude! Some of those kids have real talent.
No, they don't.
They have good pitch. They're relatively clean. They're non-threatening
to little girls and old ladies. They have the ability to stand in line with a stadium full of other desperate and confused people. But I assure you, they are talent-free.
Yeah, well, I bet 32 million people would disagree with you, bro, 'cause that's how many people called in to vote last year on the finale.
I wish I was a super-genius inventor and could come up with a way
to make a telephone into an explosive device that was triggered by the "American Superstarz"
voting number. The battery could explode and leave a mark on the face so I could know who to avoid talking to before they even talked. Yeah, I could look and say, "Mm, no, you're not gonna be saying anything that's gonna add any value to my life."
Yeah, but it's funny. I mean, you gotta admit that. Steven Clark, that's funny shit, Frank.
It's not nice to laugh at someone who's not all there. It's the same type of freak-show distraction
that comes along every time a mighty empire starts collapsing. "American Superstarz" is the new Colosseum. And I won't participate in watching a show where the weak are torn apart every week for our entertainment. I'm done, really. Everything is so cruel now. I just want it all to stop. I mean, nobody talks about anything anymore. They just regurgitate everything they see on TV or hear on the radio or watch on the web. When was the last time you had a real conversation with someone without somebody texting or looking at a screen or a monitor over your head? You know, a conversation about something that wasn't celebrities, gossip, sports, or pop politics? You know, something… something important or something personal?
You know what? "Tate and Jeff" were talking about that this morning. They were saying how their freedom of speech is in jeopardy. What, you don't listen to them, either?
No, I don't.
What, are you more of a "KT and the Snake Pit" type of guy? 'Cause those guys are pussies, Frank, all right? And they stole everything they got from "Tate and Jeff." Maybe they're not"politically correct,” but it’s funny, Frank.
Well, seeing how as I'm not afraid of foreigners or people with vaginas, I guess I'm just not
their target audience.
You don't get it. If you got it, you wouldn't be so offended.
Oh, I get it, and I am offended. Not because I got a problem with bitter, predictable,
whiny millionaire disc jockeys complaining about celebrities or how tough their life is, while I live in an apartment with paper-thin walls next to a couple of Neanderthals who, instead of a baby, decided to give birth to some kind of nocturnal civil defense air -raid siren that goes off every fucking night like it's Pearl Harbor. I'm not offended that they act like it's my responsibility to protect their rights to pick on the weak like pack animals or that we're supposed to support their freedom of speech when they don't give a fuck about yours or mine.
So you're against freedom of speech now? That's in the Bill of Rights, man.
I would defend their freedom of speech if I thought it was in jeopardy. I would defend their freedom of speech to tell uninspired, bigoted blow-job, gay-bashing racist and rape jokes all under the guise of being edgy, but that's not the edge. That's what sells. They couldn't possibly pander any harder or be more commercially mainstream, because this is the "Oh, no, you didn't say that" generation, where a shocking comment has more weight than the truth. No one has any shame anymore, and we're supposed to celebrate it. I saw a woman throw a used tampon at another woman last night on network television, a network that bills itself as "Today's Woman's" channel. Kids beat each other blind and post it on YouTube. I mean, do you remember when eating rats and maggots on "Survivor"was shocking? It all seems so quaint now. I'm sure the girls from "Two Girls, One Cup” are gonna have their own dating show on VH1 any day now. I mean, why have a civilization anymore if we no longer are interested in being civilized?
Frank goes to and gains access into the American Superstarz studio, kills several audience members and one judge, and holds the other judges, contestants, and the audience hostage. As the SWAT team arrives, Roxy also appears and joins Frank on stage,… they proceed to shoot the judges, contestants and several members of the audience before they are gunned down by the police.
My name is Frank.
But that's not important.
The important question is,
who are you?
America...
has become a cruel and vicious place.
We reward the shallowest, the dumbest,
the meanest, and the loudest.
no longer have
any common sense of decency.
No sense of shame.
There's no right and wrong.
The worst qualities in people are...
looked up to and celebrated.
Lying? Spreading fear? Fine.
As long as you make money doing it.
We've become a nation
of slogan-saying,
bile-spewing hatemongers.
We've lost our kindness.
We've lost our soul.
What have we become
when we take
the weakest in our society
and we hold them up to be ridiculed?
Laughed at
for our sport and entertainment.
Laughed at to the point
where they would literally
rather kill themselves
than live with us anymore.
Frank?
Yeah, Steven?
I didn't try to kill myself
because people were making fun of me.
I tried to kill myself
because they weren't gonna
put me on TV anymore.
You are a pretty girl.
Thank you, Frank.
# If there's a tear on my face #
# It makes me shiver to the bone #
#It shakes me, babe #
# It's just a heartache
got caught in my eye #
# And you know #
# I never cry #
# Sometimes I drink more than I need #
# Until the TV's dead and gone #
# I may be lonely, but I'm never alone #
# And the night #
# May pass me by #
# But I'll never cry #
# Take away #
# Take away my eyes #
# Sometimes I'd rather be blind #
# Break a heart #
# Break a heart of stone #
# Open it up #
# But don't you leave it alone #
# 'Cause that's all I got to give you #
# Believe me, babe, it ain't been used #
# My heart's a virgin #
# It ain't never been tried #
# And you know #
# I'll never cry #
# And you know #
# I'll never cry #
# Well, you know, you know,
you know, you know #
# I'll never cry #
# Break a heart #
# Break a heart of stone #
# Open it up #
# But don't you leave it alone #
# Because that's all I've got
to give to you #
# Believe me, babe, it ain't been used #
# My heart's a virgin #
# It ain't never been tried #
# And you know #
# I'll never cry #
# I'll never cry # #
A wealthy second-generation little bitch gets furious at her father for buying the wrong car for her birthday.
frank's daughter rolls around because she doesn't get an iphone.
The picture on the silent TV is accompanied by the curse of the daughter on the phone, which is the angry cry of the giant baby of the era.
Frank collected the gun aimed at his head and drove to clear the world.
A headshot. (Noisy neighbors and crying babies.) (Gossip and celebrity colleagues.)
Deafening rock 'n' roll when the spoiled TV lady was shot—
School's out forever
no more pencils, no more books, no more teachers
Stunned.
nobody can take personal responsibility for anything anymore
I especially like to shoot the TV at the beginning.
But think about his ending. He will eventually be remembered as an anti-social terrorist, submerged in TV prayers for the deceased and "we will live on". But fortunately, for the scavenger mission he gave himself, the beginning and the end were good, and the film came to an abrupt end when the protagonist died. But the US of the PC is still very PC, and when this happens, only the protagonist feels good about it. god bless america
Helping you get over the addiction in the dark real life. After all, everyone may secretly have the desire to "kill this idiot with one shot". But modern American PCs are "idiots and idiots' freedom." How long can morality survive the impact of cultural diversity?
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