Crank

jason verbatimly races with the camera and exhorts to draw level. acheron is hauled down in this gta vice city-esque gaia. fuckin breaks and remolds human anatomy and eastern pseudo-nostrum. cheeto-stained, mango-juiced ballet play of law-abandoned bloodshed stormed by blaupunkt-ridden cries of dolomite-torpedoed cannonade and pumice. depletes itself into the land of nod, where metaphysics amalgamate. vengeful marks written bigger than aimless, mankind-ascended bald foreheads who can incarcerate zephyr on motorcycles and float on the welkin, venting the agony from his magic bullet-engendered ticker. find the palpability in air, disown rules, and never fail to entertain the people around you; the pinnacle of greasy fast food cinema!!