"Although I liked the cinematography, I felt the plot was formulaic."

plants don'ts gots no goods movies downs heres.

Finds every film hysterically funny

This couple enjoys porn

Fern After Reading?

Beeches?

District Pine?

And some people said Mel Brooks was an idiot for having a showing for riders and horses of Blazing Saddles.

Show the plants "Paul Blart: Mall Cop" and they'll never complain about having a movie to watch again.

Plant porn? Snowballing On Cedars?

"Wait, what?" Hahahaha... it just never gets old...

I wonder how poplar this will become.

I bet the snack bar charges way too much for Brawndo.

GungFu: I wonder how poplar this will become.

I wonder what we're doing this fir.

Tree porn?

Ole Jordy is glad to have something to watch. It makes life worth living again.

I was going to pass a mini-camera through a dog and show the recording to my lawn but then I realized it's already seen the ending.

Someone needs to stop smoking so many of the plants, then things like this wouldn't happen.

/booty tree

Submitter is stupid.

Wait, what?

skinink: Show the plants "Paul Blart: Mall Cop" and they'll never complain about having a movie to watch again.

Holy crap that was an agonising "movie" to watch. I couldn't even finish it.
If they played them that, the plants would have died.

I give my plants a light show 24 hours a day and then later, reduce it to every 12 hours. They love it.

Green Shalit gave it two leaves down.
Vincent Cornby said it was a popping good time.
Paulene Kale had to leaf halfway through the screening.
Ty Burr wrote a prickly review.

and Roger Ebark had to pass, as he was undergoing tree surgery for his canker.



/A Novel And Efficient Synthesis Of Cadaverine
//Yeah, I went there.

The "wait what" is completely meaningless. Delete it.

Call yourself a "conceptual artist" and any stupid shiat you come up with will get press. If your shiat is really stupid and/or offensive, you may get a grant.

Begoggle: The "wait what" is completely meaningless. Delete it.

"Wait, what?" is always completely meaningless. It may have been funny the first time around, but I can't recall.

I'm pining for tree porn!

But how will we know if they are watching?

Subby has obiously not seen the remake of Wicker Man a movie that only a vegetable can watch.

It's a horror film.

Normally, his kind are referred to as fruits.

Tequila Monster: I'm pining for tree porn!

that has to be shopped!

Tequila Monster: I'm pining for tree porn!




awwww yea

brap: Subby has obiously not seen the remake of Wicker Man a movie that only a vegetable can watch.

Are you kidding? It was the best comedy of the decade!

No one's ever shot a film in my pants. Until now.

Citizen Kane.

If we have to watch it, so do they.

DrunkArse: Citizen Kane.

If we have to watch it, so do they.

Citizen Cane?

RadicalMiddle: DrunkArse: Citizen Kane.

If we have to watch it, so do they.

Citizen Cane?

Rosebud.

Wait, what. That almost distracted me of my hatred towards the summiter.

The notion that a human can create something that is appealing on an artistic level to another species, much less a different kingdom, is the height of hubris. How do you judge aesthetic values and cultural expectations of acceptable expression among living things that communicate primarily through chemical rather than audible or visible vectors?

This entire line of thinking is bound up in the notion that he as an artist has the right to force his notion of "artistic expression" upon living things that have no ability to communicate permission or refusal. Patrons to an art museum choose to go there, just as moviegoers have consciously decided to gamble on Hollywood's ability to entertain. In both of those venues, participation in the artistic venue is voluntary and may be ended at any time by the audience members.

Imagine. You are taken from where you are today and placed in a sealed room. You are surrounded by plastic pastries, fruits, steaks, vegetables, but the only real food you are served is gruel. You have no idea how long you are there, only that while fed gruel you are forced to look upon all these inedible delights. Day after day passes, and you have no way of knowing where you are, why you are there or why you are being shown all this glorious, wonderful, delicious and inedible food.

There is a reason we have grow lamps and stick houseplants where they will get sun regularly. All he is doing is taunting his subjects with visions of clear, delicious days while feeding them museum light.

In his artistic hubris, this man has found a new way to bring trauma to our fellow living beings, and wishes to expand this to an even wider audience with no thought to the effects it will have on future inter-kingdom relations.

What? I've seen lots of vegetables enjoying movies.