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Sound of My Voice

Sound of My Voice

In which Jason reviews the trailer for Sound of My Voice, a movie about a journalist and his girlfriend who get pulled in while they investigate a cult whose leader claims to be from the future.

Women. When are we going to stop losing our men to beautiful cult leaders who say they’re from the future?! Well, not our men, per say. I don’t have any men to speak of. Or women. I’m sure I could, if I worked at it. Oh, I could have a whole line of women at my door, holding flowers, on bended knee. They had better bend their knees. If I see any straightened knees, I’m calling the whole thing off! Don’t make me break out the protractor, hypothetical lady-suitors. I wonder what made them fall in love with me. Probably my braggadocio, and my hubris.