Based on true events, this tells the story of a little Indian boy who, whilst out on the rob with his brother, falls asleep on a train and wakes up to find he's miles away from home in Calcutta. Not being able to speak Bengali and having no money means he can't get home. He ends up in care and ultimately gets adopted by an Austrailian family with a mum that looks like Nicole Kidman and a dad that looks like Shane Warne 10 years into a meth binge. It's entertaining enough and might make you cry, if - you know - you're a little bitch.
If I start watching a film trailer and the first 20 seconds or so piques my interest, I turn it off. I avoid spoiling films for myself as much as possible. Trailers, reviews and the like are ignored regularly. The problem with that is, sometimes a film doesn't turn out to be about what you thought it would be. And that's the case with this. It wasn't at all what I expected. And not in a good way. Plus, the girl in it so blatantly has a Kiwi accent when she's meant to be American and it wound me the fuck up throughout.
This is the real life stranger-than-fiction story about three triplets who were split up at birth and how they happened to meet as 19 year-olds and what became of their relationships and their lives from that point forward. I'm a twin, born seven minutes after my sister. When people find out I have a twin sister, they often ask me, "Are you identical?" It takes all my restraint to not scream in their faces, "AM I IDENTICAL? TO MY TWIN SISTER?! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"
This guy is the maddest cunt that's ever lived. How he can think this is even achievable, let alone actually fucking achieve it, is just unbelieable. It's absolutely crazy that he's so good at climbing when he's got his massive fucking balls to lug around everywhere. I do feel sorry for his loved ones though. And someone needs to teach him how to use cutlery; he spends far too much of this eating straight out of pans with fucking massive kitchen utensils.
Kids are kidnapped constantly, or so you would be led to believe. Certainly around my parts. Possibly because I'm always kidnapping them. Well, this film is based on a real case in which a family friend just up and took someone's kid, fucking off his own family in the process. I just don't see how the logic works in a person like that. I mean, she wasn't even that good looking; I've seen much better looking kids than her; a few of which are in my basement.