Since the dawn of time, humankind has searched for a semblance of meaning in its lives. I think that this seemingly eternal quest for knowledge of ourselves and the world around us has come to an end with the blinding brilliance of the Little Marines. Whether it is helping a lonely woodsman realize that he needs to move on with his life, or tending to their own pain whilst memories of their dead friend Matt singing succulently into a banana while his hair and scarf blow in the wind generated by the heavy breathing of the perverted janitor watching off stage at the talent show, the Little Marines do it all, and they do it in style. It's so spectacular that the run-on sentences and unintentional pleasured gibberish spurting from my trembling fingers on the keyboard is unavoidable. The words of any language, English or no, conceived by human minds can simply not do justice in praising this wondrous movie. All that we are left with are primitive, amazed grunts. So invite your neighbours, invite your friends, and befriend you enemies in the glowing glow of the television while the Little Marines enchant and astonish you whilst softly encouraging amazement.
