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Road Trip would have worked more succesfully had the plot and premise been finely tuned to the point where the stories and the characters would have been so densely and irreconceivably intertwined that their inherent bonds could not be severed by a thousand unperceived plot elements, which, when undetected, bring down an otherwise erudite entrepreuneareal effort. Road Trip, see it if you belong to a member of that class that enjoys debauchery as if it were not a sacred act between two fixated lovers, but instead an opiate of the mass people, meaning that the luxury comes in the exclusivity that only certain persons, be it those who undertake movies with a vigorous investment, will understand. Don't give up on trying to spot the ironically inter-laden jabs at upper crust sensibility, you will not be too far off on noticing that the bourgeois mentality of free times as a means to express inner turmoils better saved for a mind changing psychoanalytical session, can be better dealt with in free time, with the desirable effect that sexual copulation can be the outcome of years and years of fidelity, a notion so ironic in and of itself that it lends itself to parables that give the intellectuals a chuckle, but leave the commoners out in the rain. Rating: 7/10 ( Ivan Reitman contributed his experience and use of cajoling to get women to undertake this very risky venture, a sexually obsessed male-dominated fantasy world, a world of females who look good and constantly flirt, in a lurid manner that lends itself to a stomach ache, and a desire to rewatch the masterpieces of Pier Paulo Pasolini.)

Billy Madison plays out like a Dostoyevskian skewering of an undeniably garish and lunatically inspired flop through the madhouse of an enmity entirely related to that of a protagonist's tangled dreams of desire. The film intertwines moments that seem to represent a metaphorical "Blitzkrieg Bop" in certain regards, and thus adds to a overwhelming desire to eliminate the central comic theme of one character interwoven amongst a moving nightmare of abysmal, nightmarish haunts. A truly deceptive and enlightening view of a future that subsequently has no start or end, to leave the viewer in a constant state of perplexity about the unavoidable conclusion that Sandler is using his acting chops to intertwine childhood memories with crude chauvinistic fashions that epitomize Sade's ritualized approach towards masculine dominion over women. An unescapably hilarious broth that combines elements better reserved for a sweat-laden, disgustingly disturbing nightmare, that culminates in a mocking hatred of one's mother, coupled with the disturbing premonition that the world is becoming a blatant Xerox of the kind of dilapidated male fantasy world so accurately depicted in pornography. A story that deals with a world that will take it's time in slowly annihilating any woman's chance of successfully interacting with her male counterparts without a tinge of doubt as to the validity of her sex. Rating: 9/10 (Repugnant yet visually awe-inspiring plight that deals a crippling blow to the male psyche.)