[Tintin isn't much one for movies, but he had gone along after seeing the announcement on the network because it seemed like something notable for the community; if he was going to be any sort of journalist here, he was going to have to stay on top of current affairs.
The content of the film however was...less than-- he can't-- there aren't quite words-- He finds himself sitting in his seat, stricken to silence with his pen hovering over his writing pad. It's only when the person in the neighboring seat expresses his excitement that Tintin snaps out of the violence-induced trance to turn to the man next to him.]
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The content of the film however was...less than-- he can't-- there aren't quite words-- He finds himself sitting in his seat, stricken to silence with his pen hovering over his writing pad. It's only when the person in the neighboring seat expresses his excitement that Tintin snaps out of the violence-induced trance to turn to the man next to him.]
What? But-- this is a nightmare! Who made this?!