We adore bad movies, to the point that our sig-other gets a look of exasperation every time we even mention "The Apple" or "Spice World" or the certain owner of some Hands of Fate. But those movies have a certain charm in their naive, wide-eyed incompetence ("now that's girl power," Scary sighs after some lady gives birth) ... Uwe's style is more aggressive, more irritating-guest-at-party, more ENJOY YOURSELVES DAMMIT. It's scary and weird and uncomfortable and we just don't know if we can stomach it.

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