Play Dirty (2025)
Sometimes people work jobs. Not everyone but enough that it's a common hate. Most people don't like their jobs. Not everyone but enough that it's a common hate.
The high point of my week recently, is the few seconds before I check the lottery numbers. It's a tens of millions to one chance that my life might become something I can enjoy, but for a few seconds I am Schrodinger's millionaire. In that time the money I mentally spent doing charitable things and giving to my relatives buying boats and a Bond villain lair is both real and not. I live for that moment of tension, the visceral, fleeting excitement, which is usually during a Teams meeting.
Nothing is good until you know it is good, even blow jobs. I've disabled comments, so the no blow job is a bad blow job debate can remain on some incel sub Reddit. I heard a teenage girl call another teenage girl a “nu-gen incel” (hyphenating my own) the other day. Then she corrected herself and said “sorry, femcel”. Am I confused or are they? Both, prolly.
If you must know the plot, which you absolutely don't need to, there's a stitch up, a McGuffin, lots of action of decreasing excitement and spoiler alert, end credits. I watched until the end credits, which unlike the lottery winners list (come oooooon) my name will never appear in. Play Dirty doesn't stink. nor is it as bad as its contemporaries. In a world of being pissed on and told it's raining it is a lovely umbrella, with holes in.
Like winning a fiver, I'm not breaking even overall but I'll keep playing and hoping. Hope kills. 6/10
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