GeneCo's founder is a dying man named Rotti Largo ( Paul Sorvino). The film is set in a dystopian future where a company called GeneCo sells human organs as fashion accessories (No one explains how being implanted with a bar-coded liver makes someone sexy indeed, most of the people in the film are hideously scarred, pierced freaks). So, what do I think of Repo! the second time around? It's still shit-and I had to cheat in order to get through it again-but knowing what I was in for helped soften the blow. About five films have fallen down that memory hole this year, meaning I'll have to watch Old School for the sixth time before typing a single word.) But my critiquing policy provides a one-week window in which to write about a movie I've just seen.

(I could have tossed off a few choice paragraphs from memory. So, naturally, a reader requested that I review the movie. I felt so spiritually defeated, so overcome by anger and frustration, that I couldn't even bring myself to write about it. Watching Repo! was such a chore for both of us that I vowed to never, ever-under any circumstances-watch it again. My wife, always a great sport, agreed to watch Repo! The Genetic Opera and The Haunted World of El Superbeasto one evening, and I take the fact that we're still married to be evidence of God.

Two years ago, I spent the fall devouring the films of Bill Moseley in preparation for the first-annual Chateau Grrr Celebrity Dinner.

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