RageFuel Coming of age movies

[The End]

I hate coming of age movies. I've watched too many of them.

I was thinking of this movie that pissed me off. It's called ''Adventureland.'' In it this geeky character is starting a romantic relationship with a girl, that is drawn out and kind of sweet. Then it's revealed she's been fucking Ryan Reynolds this whole time. Somehow the movie portrays this cheating as morally neutral, and reacting to it badly as emotionally immature. This girl and the geeky guy meet up a few months in the future, and have sex. I guess what pisses me off is that the movie makes it seem like the geeky guy has to 'grow up' to be able to have a relationship with a girl who cheated on him.

Oh, and that ''Manchester by the Sea'' movie. In it we are supposed to be all sad because Chad's dad died. But I couldn't concentrate on that because he had two girlfriends, and not only that but there is a scene were he goes out of his way to shit on an ugly kid to assert his dominance! And the girl makes the "oh no, don't do that" but of course she really loves it and fucks him later.

''Funny People.'' Seth Rogen has a crush on this girl, and they start to form a relationship. Then she fucks Seth's room-mate, and later becomes mature enough to start dating her (the implication being that the sex with the room-mate was a one-night stand and didn't mean anything, therefor he shouldn't let it get in the way of a 'real' relationship).

Ugh, and the worst... "Murder by Numbers". This movie is about two guys in high-school, one guy a Chad the other an ugly loser. Taking advantage of the fact that no one knows they are friends with each other, they form a plan to kill someone without getting caught. But things stall when the ugly loser guy starts to get feelings for this fat nerdy girl. Chad sees this as a possible hindrance to their killing plans, so he picks up this girl in his cool car, then takes her to his home and fucks her. He secretly films it, and then shows the film to the loser guy (so he will lose hope of having happiness). Anyway, later the ugly guy reconciles with the ugly girl, and he's all ready to start something with her although she blatantly showed she would dump him for Chad in an instant (in her words "He (Chad) used us both.") (Keep in mind she has fucked Chad, but not even kissed ugly nerd guy). To top it off, at the end Sandra Bullock lies to nerd loser guy to get him to confess to the murder, and she cruelly sends him away to rot in prison. The part that pisses me off the most is when Chad picks up the ugly girl he is blaring Iron Maiden's "The Number of the Beast", and now I can't listen to that song without becoming enraged.

TL/DR: All coming-of-age movies piss me off so goddamn badly, and in movies like ''Manchester by the Sea'' and ''Funny People'' they sneak that shit in. Seeing kids fuck in movies makes me mad because I never had those experiences, and seeing a guy become ''mature enough'' to be comfortable getting cuckolded sickens me.

Does anyone else lose their shit when they see 'teenage romance' in movies?

 

[Akkadian]

I've been watching a couple of teenage romance films recently and it truly breaks me, the thought of having missed all that action during high school and shit makes me want to kill myself.

 

[Zesto]

Went straight to tl/dr.

Hollywood is all made up BS.

You'll learn more about life from watching anime and 80s action movies.

Stay away from that beta stuff.

 

[janoycresva]

I've seen adventure land, one of the worst movies I've seen, 1.5/10. Funny people wasn't bad though, I've always thought about doing some stand up so it resonated with me.

I've been watching a couple of teenage romance films recently and it truly breaks me, the thought of having missed all that action during high school and shit makes me want to kill myself.

I just live vicariously through them

 

[Error404GFNotFound]

I've seen adventure land, one of the worst movies I've seen, 1.5/10. Funny people wasn't bad though, I've always thought about doing some stand up so it resonated with me.


I just live vicariously through them

It's all good until the movie is over and you realize that you'll never have that happy ending bullshit

 

[Jockcel]

Just don't watch (((movies))).

 

[TheWitchKing]

I hate coming of age movies. I've watched too many of them.

I have to agree when it comes to your opinion of coming of age films; I utterly despise them. Older and somewhat wiser now, I know better than to subject myself to them. But years ago, not young but certainly younger than I am now, I was ignorant enough to watch a fair number of them. The experiences were, suffice to say, an ordeal.

Not really a surprise, ils it? In a certain sense, one could say a man in my position has come of age. Through the years I've learned to drive, found employment, paid my taxes, found a place of my own. In that respect I've followed the trajectory most people do as they progress from childhood to adulthood. Yet, there was an entire series of experiences that typically accompany the milestones I've just listed that were a priori forbidden to me. As a truly repulsive man, there were no awkward adolescent dates, no tentative first kisses. There were no school dances, no college flings, no thoughts of marriage or the hope of children. Having reached middle-age as a virgin, the coming of age pictures served as painful reminders that the kind of adulthood I participate in is nothing more than an anemic shadow, a desiccated parody, of the true adulthood that the vast majority of people are initiated into. Sure, I'm spared many of the trials and miseries they have to endure for the sake of the pleasures they enjoy, but both aforementioned tribulations and joys are those meant for adult and experiencing them both signify entering into the fullness of authentic maturity. Those movies always teased me with a mystery I would never be permitted to learn, a passageway into the realm of mortal men that I had been judged unfit to inhabit.

Back when I was a student I found myself compelled by stories of Amerindian tribes that used the drug datura as a initiatory tool. On the cusp of adulthood, the young men would imbibe tea brewed from the plant referred to by some as the Devil's Trumpet and others as the Bells of Hell. Such names are apt; rendered delirious, our young men would find themselves wandering in the wilderness, one foot stumbling through the Land of the Living and the other treading through the World of the Dead. Wicked spirits would torment them, the ghosts of ancestors would offer counsel. After the drug loosened its grip on the young men, the humid shadows would dissipate and they would find themselves once again bathed in sunlight. Returning to the village, their people welcomed them as men and they prepared for their new lives as adults within their society.

I found the whole narrative appealing and, embarrassed as I am to admit it, I recklessly tried to replicate the experience on several occasions. I brewed datura tea and drank it, not fully appreciating the fact that each time I did so was tantamount to attempting suicide. The experiences were absolutely awful. There's a very good reason why one of the active ingredients in the deadly plant has been dubbed "atropine", named after Atropos, the Fate responsible for severing the thread of life. The drug prevents vomiting or urination, so there's no way to void the substance. It strangles the autonomic functions, seizing one's heart and paralyzing one's lungs. Though death is guaranteed to each of us and though I've struggled with suicidal impulses since entering young adulthood, there are far preferable ways to die than with the cacophonous sounds of Hell's Bell's ringing in your ears. Suffice it to say, my experiments with the plant ended.

The thing of it is, it wasn't merely the dangerous nature of the tea I brewed, or the sickness and agony it inspired, that eventually led me to abandon the music of the Devil's Trumpet. It was also the realization that no drug was going to provide me the initiation into adulthood I so desperately sought. No matter what magic I employed or what devils I conversed with, no amount of black magic could compel society to open its arms to me. I would never become a man, I would never come of age. Playing at sorcerer, I spent those nights going down to the dead in both a metaphorical and quite literal sense. There were the panicked moments when I felt the poison take its affect, the dread as my consciousness slipped away and I was certain it would never return. There were hazy visions of shadowy specters and sojourns down strange alleys in the dead of night only to wake moments later to find myself on my recliner in the afternoon. Having struggled back to the world above the horizon from wherever it is Lady Datura ferries those who commune with her, I realized with both horror and sorrow that my journeys were for naught: there was absolutely nothing for me to return to. I finally accepted that I would spend the rest of my life with one foot planted in the Land of the Living and the other rooted in the Place reserved for those who die the moment after they take their very first breath.

 

[The End]

I have to agree when it comes to your opinion of coming of age films; I utterly despise them. Older and somewhat wiser now, I know better than to subject myself to them. But years ago, not young but certainly younger than I am now, I was ignorant enough to watch a fair number of them. The experiences were, suffice to say, an ordeal.

Not really a surprise, ils it? In a certain sense, one could say a man in my position has come of age. Through the years I've learned to drive, found employment, paid my taxes, found a place of my own. In that respect I've followed the trajectory most people do as they progress from childhood to adulthood. Yet, there was an entire series of experiences that typically accompany the milestones I've just listed that were a priori forbidden to me. As a truly repulsive man, there were no awkward adolescent dates, no tentative first kisses. There were no school dances, no college flings, no thoughts of marriage or the hope of children. Having reached middle-age as a virgin, the coming of age pictures served as painful reminders that the kind of adulthood I participate in is nothing more than an anemic shadow, a desiccated parody, of the true adulthood that the vast majority of people are initiated into. Sure, I'm spared many of the trials and miseries they have to endure for the sake of the pleasures they enjoy, but both aforementioned tribulations and joys are those meant for adult and experiencing them both signify entering into the fullness of authentic maturity. Those movies always teased me with a mystery I would never be permitted to learn, a passageway into the realm of mortal men that I had been judged unfit to inhabit.

Back when I was a student I found myself compelled by stories of Amerindian tribes that used the drug datura as a initiatory tool. On the cusp of adulthood, the young men would imbibe tea brewed from the plant referred to by some as the Devil's Trumpet and others as the Bells of Hell. Such names are apt; rendered delirious, our young men would find themselves wandering in the wilderness, one foot stumbling through the Land of the Living and the other treading through the World of the Dead. Wicked spirits would torment them, the ghosts of ancestors would offer counsel. After the drug loosened its grip on the young men, the humid shadows would dissipate and they would find themselves once again bathed in sunlight. Returning to the village, their people welcomed them as men and they prepared for their new lives as adults within their society.

I found the whole narrative appealing and, embarrassed as I am to admit it, I recklessly tried to replicate the experience on several occasions. I brewed datura tea and drank it, not fully appreciating the fact that each time I did so was tantamount to attempting suicide. The experiences were absolutely awful. There's a very good reason why one of the active ingredients in the deadly plant has been dubbed "atropine", named after Atropos, the Fate responsible for severing the thread of life. The drug prevents vomiting or urination, so there's no way to void the substance. It strangles the autonomic functions, seizing one's heart and paralyzing one's lungs. Though death is guaranteed to each of us and though I've struggled with suicidal impulses since entering young adulthood, there are far preferable ways to die than with the cacophonous sounds of Hell's Bell's ringing in your ears. Suffice it to say, my experiments with the plant ended.

The thing of it is, it wasn't merely the dangerous nature of the tea I brewed, or the sickness and agony it inspired, that eventually led me to abandon the music of the Devil's Trumpet. It was also the realization that no drug was going to provide me the initiation into adulthood I so desperately sought. No matter what magic I employed or what devils I conversed with, no amount of black magic could compel society to open its arms to me. I would never become a man, I would never come of age. Playing at sorcerer, I spent those nights going down to the dead in both a metaphorical and quite literal sense. There were the panicked moments when I felt the poison take its affect, the dread as my consciousness slipped away and I was certain it would never return. There were hazy visions of shadowy specters and sojourns down strange alleys in the dead of night only to wake moments later to find myself on my recliner in the afternoon. Having struggled back to the world above the horizon from wherever it is Lady Datura ferries those who commune with her, I realized with both horror and sorrow that my journeys were for naught: there was absolutely nothing for me to return to. I finally accepted that I would spend the rest of my life with one foot planted in the Land of the Living and the other rooted in the Place reserved for those who die the moment after they take their very first breath.

Some nice writing there!

I'm really not so dramatic about things; I just feel immense frustration when I can't get what I want. In fiction whether it's portrayed as profound or effortless, I become infuriated when I am reminded of what I want but cannot have.

I related very much to ER's manifesto where he wrote that he was born inherently jealous.

The blackpill let's me know that sex will never fall into my lap, and struggling in a traditional way would be fruitless since the paradigm of mating has changed so much recently. I feel like I am being wronged when I cannot have what I want. It may not be the childhood kiss under the old tree, or the drunken college one-night stands, but by force of will I'll take what I desire!

 

[BlackPillUNC]

There's a reason the teen romance movies get created to ubiquity... that's the best time of people's life. Young people look forward to it, and old people reminisce about it. We are left out.

 

[JustinSane]

The Last American Virgin is the best coming of age film because Gary the geek/cuck/nice guy character in the film ends up losing the girl of his dreams to his chad friend.

Here is the tl;dr version of the film:

- Gary pursues the new hot girl named Karen, but is too socially awkward. So he tries to ask her to the dance and she says no and smiles.
- Gary goes to the party to meet his guy friends and is crushed with jealousy when he sees his chad friend (Rick) dancing with Karen.
- Rick gets Karen pregnant and dumps her, Gary comes to the rescue and pays for her abortion. Gary and Karen spend quality time at his house for emotional support.
- Gary meets up to see her at her house and he catches Rick and Karen making out in the kitchen. Gary realizes that she used him to pay for the abortion. Gary drives home crying while the credits role.

That movie was brutal reminder of what foids can to do to you. This was the movie that blackpilled me. Everyone here should watch it.

Here are some clips:

Gary meets Karen


The Party



Ending




Here is the PUA's perception explaining what Gary's character did wrong. (IOI's, status value, beta/alpha characteristics etc)

 

[CopingGymcel]

I like coming of age.

 

[Deleted member 1042]

The Last American Virgin is the best coming of age film because Gary the geek/cuck/nice guy character in the film ends up losing the girl of his dreams to his chad friend.

Here is the tl;dr version of the film:

- Gary pursues the new hot girl named Karen, but is too socially awkward. So he tries to ask her to the dance and she says no and smiles.
- Gary goes to the party to meet his guy friends and is crushed with jealousy when he sees his chad friend (Rick) dancing with Karen.
- Rick gets Karen pregnant and dumps her, Gary comes to the rescue and pays for her abortion. Gary and Karen spend quality time at his house for emotional support.
- Gary meets up to see her at her house and he catches Rick and Karen making out in the kitchen. Gary realizes that she used him to pay for the abortion. Gary drives home crying while the credits role.

That movie was brutal reminder of what foids can to do to you. This was the movie that blackpilled me. Everyone here should watch it.

Here are some clips:

Gary meets Karen


The Party



Ending

Every young kid should watch this movie. Let it be a foreboding experience, a lesson.

 

[Reprobus]

I've been watching a couple of teenage romance films recently and it truly breaks me, the thought of having missed all that action during high school and shit makes me want to kill myself.

 

[Darthmat]

I hate coming of age movies. I've watched too many of them.

I was thinking of this movie that pissed me off. It's called ''Adventureland.'' In it this geeky character is starting a romantic relationship with a girl, that is drawn out and kind of sweet. Then it's revealed she's been fucking Ryan Reynolds this whole time. Somehow the movie portrays this cheating as morally neutral, and reacting to it badly as emotionally immature. This girl and the geeky guy meet up a few months in the future, and have sex. I guess what pisses me off is that the movie makes it seem like the geeky guy has to 'grow up' to be able to have a relationship with a girl who cheated on him.

Oh, and that ''Manchester by the Sea'' movie. In it we are supposed to be all sad because Chad's dad died. But I couldn't concentrate on that because he had two girlfriends, and not only that but there is a scene were he goes out of his way to shit on an ugly kid to assert his dominance! And the girl makes the "oh no, don't do that" but of course she really loves it and fucks him later.

''Funny People.'' Seth Rogen has a crush on this girl, and they start to form a relationship. Then she fucks Seth's room-mate, and later becomes mature enough to start dating her (the implication being that the sex with the room-mate was a one-night stand and didn't mean anything, therefor he shouldn't let it get in the way of a 'real' relationship).

Ugh, and the worst... "Murder by Numbers". This movie is about two guys in high-school, one guy a Chad the other an ugly loser. Taking advantage of the fact that no one knows they are friends with each other, they form a plan to kill someone without getting caught. But things stall when the ugly loser guy starts to get feelings for this fat nerdy girl. Chad sees this as a possible hindrance to their killing plans, so he picks up this girl in his cool car, then takes her to his home and fucks her. He secretly films it, and then shows the film to the loser guy (so he will lose hope of having happiness). Anyway, later the ugly guy reconciles with the ugly girl, and he's all ready to start something with her although she blatantly showed she would dump him for Chad in an instant (in her words "He (Chad) used us both.") (Keep in mind she has fucked Chad, but not even kissed ugly nerd guy). To top it off, at the end Sandra Bullock lies to nerd loser guy to get him to confess to the murder, and she cruelly sends him away to rot in prison. The part that pisses me off the most is when Chad picks up the ugly girl he is blaring Iron Maiden's "The Number of the Beast", and now I can't listen to that song without becoming enraged.

TL/DR: All coming-of-age movies piss me off so goddamn badly, and in movies like ''Manchester by the Sea'' and ''Funny People'' they sneak that shit in. Seeing kids fuck in movies makes me mad because I never had those experiences, and seeing a guy become ''mature enough'' to be comfortable getting cuckolded sickens me.

Does anyone else lose their shit when they see 'teenage romance' in movies?

I don't watch movies like these much(I watch horror or apocalypse movies with no romance) but murder by numbers sounds funny as hell.
Chad at least tried to give Joe Beta the black pill and he spit that shit up and got fucked in the ass for it.
I don't feel bad for beta smucks who get screwed over because they don't want to see reality.

 

[BlackpilledTruecel]

dazed and confused is nice. mcconaughey is suicide fuel

 

[metal]

no movies

 

[KV-]

I have to agree when it comes to your opinion of coming of age films; I utterly despise them. Older and somewhat wiser now, I know better than to subject myself to them. But years ago, not young but certainly younger than I am now, I was ignorant enough to watch a fair number of them. The experiences were, suffice to say, an ordeal.

Not really a surprise, ils it? In a certain sense, one could say a man in my position has come of age. Through the years I've learned to drive, found employment, paid my taxes, found a place of my own. In that respect I've followed the trajectory most people do as they progress from childhood to adulthood. Yet, there was an entire series of experiences that typically accompany the milestones I've just listed that were a priori forbidden to me. As a truly repulsive man, there were no awkward adolescent dates, no tentative first kisses. There were no school dances, no college flings, no thoughts of marriage or the hope of children. Having reached middle-age as a virgin, the coming of age pictures served as painful reminders that the kind of adulthood I participate in is nothing more than an anemic shadow, a desiccated parody, of the true adulthood that the vast majority of people are initiated into. Sure, I'm spared many of the trials and miseries they have to endure for the sake of the pleasures they enjoy, but both aforementioned tribulations and joys are those meant for adult and experiencing them both signify entering into the fullness of authentic maturity. Those movies always teased me with a mystery I would never be permitted to learn, a passageway into the realm of mortal men that I had been judged unfit to inhabit.

Back when I was a student I found myself compelled by stories of Amerindian tribes that used the drug datura as a initiatory tool. On the cusp of adulthood, the young men would imbibe tea brewed from the plant referred to by some as the Devil's Trumpet and others as the Bells of Hell. Such names are apt; rendered delirious, our young men would find themselves wandering in the wilderness, one foot stumbling through the Land of the Living and the other treading through the World of the Dead. Wicked spirits would torment them, the ghosts of ancestors would offer counsel. After the drug loosened its grip on the young men, the humid shadows would dissipate and they would find themselves once again bathed in sunlight. Returning to the village, their people welcomed them as men and they prepared for their new lives as adults within their society.

I found the whole narrative appealing and, embarrassed as I am to admit it, I recklessly tried to replicate the experience on several occasions. I brewed datura tea and drank it, not fully appreciating the fact that each time I did so was tantamount to attempting suicide. The experiences were absolutely awful. There's a very good reason why one of the active ingredients in the deadly plant has been dubbed "atropine", named after Atropos, the Fate responsible for severing the thread of life. The drug prevents vomiting or urination, so there's no way to void the substance. It strangles the autonomic functions, seizing one's heart and paralyzing one's lungs. Though death is guaranteed to each of us and though I've struggled with suicidal impulses since entering young adulthood, there are far preferable ways to die than with the cacophonous sounds of Hell's Bell's ringing in your ears. Suffice it to say, my experiments with the plant ended.

The thing of it is, it wasn't merely the dangerous nature of the tea I brewed, or the sickness and agony it inspired, that eventually led me to abandon the music of the Devil's Trumpet. It was also the realization that no drug was going to provide me the initiation into adulthood I so desperately sought. No matter what magic I employed or what devils I conversed with, no amount of black magic could compel society to open its arms to me. I would never become a man, I would never come of age. Playing at sorcerer, I spent those nights going down to the dead in both a metaphorical and quite literal sense. There were the panicked moments when I felt the poison take its affect, the dread as my consciousness slipped away and I was certain it would never return. There were hazy visions of shadowy specters and sojourns down strange alleys in the dead of night only to wake moments later to find myself on my recliner in the afternoon. Having struggled back to the world above the horizon from wherever it is Lady Datura ferries those who commune with her, I realized with both horror and sorrow that my journeys were for naught: there was absolutely nothing for me to return to. I finally accepted that I would spend the rest of my life with one foot planted in the Land of the Living and the other rooted in the Place reserved for those who die the moment after they take their very first breath.

Yep. We as hideous subhumans, will never fully experience true maturity or coming of age because we missed out on irreplacable formative experiences such as teen love. Its really the only experience we can never get back too.

 

[Mr100]

I have to agree when it comes to your opinion of coming of age films; I utterly despise them. Older and somewhat wiser now, I know better than to subject myself to them. But years ago, not young but certainly younger than I am now, I was ignorant enough to watch a fair number of them. The experiences were, suffice to say, an ordeal.

Not really a surprise, ils it? In a certain sense, one could say a man in my position has come of age. Through the years I've learned to drive, found employment, paid my taxes, found a place of my own. In that respect I've followed the trajectory most people do as they progress from childhood to adulthood. Yet, there was an entire series of experiences that typically accompany the milestones I've just listed that were a priori forbidden to me. As a truly repulsive man, there were no awkward adolescent dates, no tentative first kisses. There were no school dances, no college flings, no thoughts of marriage or the hope of children. Having reached middle-age as a virgin, the coming of age pictures served as painful reminders that the kind of adulthood I participate in is nothing more than an anemic shadow, a desiccated parody, of the true adulthood that the vast majority of people are initiated into. Sure, I'm spared many of the trials and miseries they have to endure for the sake of the pleasures they enjoy, but both aforementioned tribulations and joys are those meant for adult and experiencing them both signify entering into the fullness of authentic maturity. Those movies always teased me with a mystery I would never be permitted to learn, a passageway into the realm of mortal men that I had been judged unfit to inhabit.

Back when I was a student I found myself compelled by stories of Amerindian tribes that used the drug datura as a initiatory tool. On the cusp of adulthood, the young men would imbibe tea brewed from the plant referred to by some as the Devil's Trumpet and others as the Bells of Hell. Such names are apt; rendered delirious, our young men would find themselves wandering in the wilderness, one foot stumbling through the Land of the Living and the other treading through the World of the Dead. Wicked spirits would torment them, the ghosts of ancestors would offer counsel. After the drug loosened its grip on the young men, the humid shadows would dissipate and they would find themselves once again bathed in sunlight. Returning to the village, their people welcomed them as men and they prepared for their new lives as adults within their society.

I found the whole narrative appealing and, embarrassed as I am to admit it, I recklessly tried to replicate the experience on several occasions. I brewed datura tea and drank it, not fully appreciating the fact that each time I did so was tantamount to attempting suicide. The experiences were absolutely awful. There's a very good reason why one of the active ingredients in the deadly plant has been dubbed "atropine", named after Atropos, the Fate responsible for severing the thread of life. The drug prevents vomiting or urination, so there's no way to void the substance. It strangles the autonomic functions, seizing one's heart and paralyzing one's lungs. Though death is guaranteed to each of us and though I've struggled with suicidal impulses since entering young adulthood, there are far preferable ways to die than with the cacophonous sounds of Hell's Bell's ringing in your ears. Suffice it to say, my experiments with the plant ended.

The thing of it is, it wasn't merely the dangerous nature of the tea I brewed, or the sickness and agony it inspired, that eventually led me to abandon the music of the Devil's Trumpet. It was also the realization that no drug was going to provide me the initiation into adulthood I so desperately sought. No matter what magic I employed or what devils I conversed with, no amount of black magic could compel society to open its arms to me. I would never become a man, I would never come of age. Playing at sorcerer, I spent those nights going down to the dead in both a metaphorical and quite literal sense. There were the panicked moments when I felt the poison take its affect, the dread as my consciousness slipped away and I was certain it would never return. There were hazy visions of shadowy specters and sojourns down strange alleys in the dead of night only to wake moments later to find myself on my recliner in the afternoon. Having struggled back to the world above the horizon from wherever it is Lady Datura ferries those who commune with her, I realized with both horror and sorrow that my journeys were for naught: there was absolutely nothing for me to return to. I finally accepted that I would spend the rest of my life with one foot planted in the Land of the Living and the other rooted in the Place reserved for those who die the moment after they take their very first breath.

I have previous taken you for a highly intelligent being - based on the quality of expression in your posts - though this latest admission casts doubt.

The film "Gregory's Girl" is a kind of coming of age film. Ugly boy at school falls hopelessly in love with school darling. It's worth a look.

 

[Deleted member 11015]

Don't torture yourself anymore

 

[Deadp00n]

I like them. Especially the ones with actual child actors that make the whole summer love thing more believable. I guess I get some vicarious joy out of them. Of course the dream ends when the movie is over

 

[VisVoi]

Eurotrip was a good movie.
Sex Drive was alright.
Helps me live vicariously tbh.

 

[CurryArabCel]

I've been watching a couple of teenage romance films recently and it truly breaks me, the thought of having missed all that action during high school and shit makes me want to kill myself.

Want a truly blackpilled movie? Have you seen "The Last american virgin". Shows us the true side of femoids.

 

[Akkadian]

Eurotrip was a good movie.
Sex Drive was alright.
Helps me live vicariously tbh.

The girls in eurotrip were sexy af especially that jew michelle

 

[Figthcel]

As soon as romance appears to take a major part in a movie, I quit watching it.

It is not relevant to my life.

 

[Gyros_Pretcel]

TL;DR, but this kinda of bluepill hollywood propaganda should be classified as hatecrime.

 

[VisVoi]

The girls in eurotrip were sexy af especially that jew michelle

Attractive females in the 00s were far superior to "attractive" "girls" in 2018.
2018 females look like trannies tbh.

 

[Not_Important]

I've always been more of a "Friday the 13th" type of guy.
It's fun to visualize myself as Jason taking revenge on turbochads and stacies with a machete.

 

[Norky]

My favorite coming of age movie was Superbad, regardless of all the bluepill shit it promotes (Mclovin, Michael cera and Jonah Hill all getting girls). Pretty funny movie, and it does not try to portray the 3 protagonists aims as noble or heroic, just 3 kids wanting to get laid.

 

[Summer202]

Eurotrip was a good movie.
Sex Drive was alright.
Helps me live vicariously tbh.

I watched Eurotrip when I was really young so I have some affection towards it.

I don't mind it so much because it's a full-blown comedy and it's supposed to be ridiculous.

 

[Henry de Montherlant]

Why do you watch these shitty movies in the first place ? In my whole life, I never watched any movies of this genre (except maybe Grease when I was 15 and I found it awfully dumb and stupid as fuck).

There are so many good movies in theaters and on the internet ... Why literaly choose the worst of the pile of the shittiest movies ever ? You had it coming if you feel bad about yourself lol.

 

[Akkadian]

Attractive females in the 00s were far superior to "attractive" "girls" in 2018.
2018 females look like trannies tbh.

I thought I was the only one who thought like this

 

[The End]

I've always been more of a "Friday the 13th" type of guy.
It's fun to visualize myself as Jason taking revenge on turbochads and stacies with a machete.

Honestly I get too turned-on by the boobies to enjoy the gore. I keep thinking, "There are teenagers out there really having crazy sex, but there is not a real zombie to kill them! ARGH ENVY!"

 

[Grotesque]

I LOVED Adventureland back in the day. It hurt so much that I watched it numerous times, knowing I wasn't close to being attractive enough to experience any of that.

 

[FlyFace]

I've always been more of a "Friday the 13th" type of guy.
It's fun to visualize myself as Jason taking revenge on turbochads and stacies with a machete.

Aaaaaah there is a movie that is enjoyable. Was getting mega aggravated just looking at this coming of age cancer. My mood.. is saved.

 

[Gremlincel]

As others have said, just stop watching these kinds of movies, man. They are all bluepilled bullshit that are targeted at normies, not people like us. The only movie I like that I think could be described as 'coming of age', is Donnie Darko. I was bluepilled back when I saw it, but if I recall correctly there is very little in the way of romance, I'd say its pretty great Incelcore. Check it out.