First; it's King. Not Queen. It might as well be Duck if you want to call me Howard, but I'm not sure any of you musketeering stooges are old enough to appreciate that reference. As to which I mean, pick a card. There's more than one there for you. Though I admit I left the name ambiguous. Second, it's not a very well put together plot is all I meant. The synopsis is redundant two seconds in. I'll grant I did put the target on my back, but I'm not a bitch any more than I know any of you are "real men." I'd call you all Philistines, but I've seen the comment sections of many of these movies. I'd be wasting my breath. You however, all probably want to strap me to a bullet train face first at this point, and that's okay. Mostly because you'd have to find me first... so who really wins, in the kangaroo court of opinions? I really should know better than to feed the trolls. I'll sing what Pat Bennatar said bugger it to... Go head, let's get down to it: Hit me with your best shot, fire away!

Bro relax your soft wet cunt, it's just movie

it is just a friggin movie. Quit your bitchin like a little bitch