I'm hesitant to even talk about the movie, lest I summon the tickling devils upon myself! The subjects of the doc have been showing up at screenings and harassing the film-makers; they've made it their life's purpose to humiliate as many folks as they can get their trigger fingers onto. The film starts out so light and goofy, like a light tickling upon the ribs, but before you know it your arms are in shackles and it's going to town on your business. I'm not even ticklish, but I don't want strangers touching me.
Point being, the terrorists have won. They've poisoned the sexy well, and turned our fetishes against us. Isn't this America? Land of the free and home of the depraved? Don't we have the right to google pictures of Ryan Guzman in a jockstrap and feel safe? Tickled is no laughing matter!
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