Singing Slugs, toad mimes, and a welcome but curious absence of turds and toilet paper. I liked this a whole lot more than I thought I would. Not a fan of poo humor. Not a fan of love stories. BIG fan of French amphibious assassins. I, unlike Roddy, would've chosen the lonely life of gilded cages and mute friends over a bunch of sewer rats and psychotic toads but that's me. Opps, spoiler alert.
Shelly, Josh and I watched this on St. Patty's Day at Sue's with our Bangers and Mash and Guinness. Ok, I didn't have any Guinness. But I did have the world's largest oatmeal cream pie.
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