Review of My Bloody Banjo

My Bloody Banjo- my bloody nightmare! Managed to get through 30 minutes and it's 30 minutes of my life I will never get back. I'd start with the plot, but I don't think there was one. Instead we are treated with a nostalgic trip back to the days of A Level media. Digi cams in hand thinking we are the next Tarantino. It's all well and good when school is paying for the time and equipment. But to think someone put pen to paper, frames to film, to spend valuable time and money on this is beyond any form of comprehension. In the human centipede two, Laurence pleasures himself with sandpaper, and quite frankly that would be more pleasurable than watching this bird turd again. I can hand on heart say I would rather snap my own banjo and the acting would be superior. Real tears, real blood. Not the bullied at school wet your pants give me your dinner money that Laurence portrays here. Avoid! Go to bed with a partner of your choosing, try not to snap your banjo and have fun. Life is too short!