A successful asset manager, who has just received a huge promotion, is blissfully happy in his career and in his marriage. But when a temp worker starts stalking him, all the things he's worked so hard for are placed in jeopardy.
I should have known better...I am not a teen girl or a middle aged woman - though a slight hint of brain damage must have made me sit through this, confounding any sense of cause and effect, anterior and posterior, so I may be a monster of both...
Just plain "Robbed" could have worked as a title: who are these people? Who can dare write a "biography" of a twenty-three year old youth without being considered a parasite? Obviously exploiting the hysterical thirst of disorientated, if not clueless, (one is reported having exclaimed: this is the best day of my life, in a first screening of "Twilight") young girls, such true vampires suck adolescent blood and propagate gossipy drivel aesthetics. This is true repression at work, and betrays its parasitic level because there is not an interview, let alone insight, of Robert Pattinson, just random, and as it seems the cheapest, in terms of rights to pay and of any kind of information, of footage to give any claim to - what? Stardom? How he propelled to super-stardom? What fame is in and for society? Whatever. Even his photos that numbingly appear through and through are not flattering, and this shows how poor the production values were. This is stupid, worthless drivel. England, watch out your vampires! Some of them look like respectful pop housewives trying to emulate that other second-rate vampire called Rowling! This is as bad as it gets.
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