Operation Tehran The Last Excuse for Violence
An action movie that feels like a tractor crashing into a china shop. Sarcasm and disdain in every shot.
👑 Sophisticated, ironic, and deadly elegant. Regards cinema as haute couture and mediocre productions as grease stains on a Klimt painting.
"El mal gusto no tiene excusa. Ni el presupuesto bajo."
An action movie that feels like a tractor crashing into a china shop. Sarcasm and disdain in every shot.
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