The Simpsons have Truly reached The Pit

Rating: 1/10 (26 July 2007)

Here's a metaphor for youthis "film" is a man with a shovel, who finds himself deep in an icy and bitterly cold cavern, with only a fire to keep him from a ghastly and lonesome death.
The fire once burnt so heartily and with such radiance of colour and tender warmth, however those days were long ago, in the time when the number of season had yet to breach into the realm of double figures.
Recent years have seen the fire wither and decay into a quivering and feeble sliver of a flame, emitting a truly pitiful amount of the much needed heat to the man. So, fuelled by his desperation to stay alive (a desperation so intense there was not time for logic or reason) the man proceeding in wildly shovelling vast amounts of his own solid feces, which over the years had accumulated into a neat and adequately sized pile.
He was a strong man who never tired, and was relentless in his rapid shovelling of excrement. Naturally the the fire was extinguished almost immediately, as the bombardment of cheap "jokes" similarly extinguished my burning fire of respect for the franchise.
The mans' fate was inevitable from the start, as was the movies', from the very moment the idea was conceived the stench lurked on the horizon.
I sincerely hope that some noble being will take the honour in dispensing a large quantity of gasoline into the deep and dark pit that the simpsons now inhabit, and after which kneeling down to stroke the head of a match briskly across the rough hide of the trusty steed at their side, and finally lossening their grip and letting it drift down the hole, to kill the Simpson's franchise once and for all, because I fear that more filth like this movie will cast too darker shadow over the earlier gold that made the simpsons a household name, and that people will instead see the Simpsons as the very disease it is shown to be in this "film"