Can I please get a refund?

Rating: 3/10 (18 January 2014)

American Hustle is one of those films one must watch with a notebook and a pen, stopping every so often to make notes and analyse the deeper meaning behind the on screen activities. It is not the carefree, entertainment piece one ought to view on their one weekend out and it is most definitely not something you should watch in a cinema. Unfortunately for me, I did both of the above. At some point during the disorientating jumble of on screen activities my companion turned and thus conceded that this perhaps had been the wrong film selection. My response? It looks like it was written by a schizophrenic. The pure torture of remaining in my seat, resisting the urge to talk as a courtesy to others in the cinema was a worse affliction than gaseous flatulence when in the company of an attractive member of the opposite sex. The sense of blissful euphoria shrouding my person as I strode as fast as I could out of the cinema, dissatisfied and annoyed at such a pitiful lack of effort was astounding; I genuinely considered requesting a refund.
You can read the full review at http://thatgirlreadallaboutit.blogspot.co.uk/2014/01/american- hustle.html