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Breaking The Girls

Are you sad that you've been stuck jerking off to Wild Things for over 15 years? Crushed that Jennifer's Body only had limited teenage lesbian sex? Disappointed by Natalie Portman's masturbation scene in Black Swan? Can't go on without an updated version of Jawbreaker? Looking to relive the thrill of Cruel Intentions? Wishing someone would bring back Malice? Desperately seeking a teenage version of Strangers on a Train?

DON'T WORRY! 
Look no further! I've found the movie you've been dreaming of.
Allow me to introduce you to the 2013 'masterpiece' that is Breaking The Girls.

If you haven't been able to glean the gist of this thriller based on all the movie titles I've shouted out, you're slow, and here's the $.25 version for you: a couple of unlikely female friends talk about killing each other's enemies. It's all fun and pillow talk until someone ends up dead.

There are only so many twists a story like this can have and they've all been done before. If you're expecting to be surprised in the end, you won't be. The good girl? Turns out she's behind it all. Heard that before? You probably watched Wild Things or Malice in the 90's.

If you're expecting funds for the spank bank thought, you'll be happy enough with what Breaking The Girls has to offer. Particularly if you're a Californication fan just waiting around for Madeline Zima to reprise the role of Mia. (With a splash of Jennifer Jason Leigh's Hedy).

...what else is there to write?


Be titillated by the Breaking The Girls trailer here:

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