Yeah that's right, I haven't seen it, and I'm gonna trash it...

... without remorse. Movie reviewers continue to heap praise upon the crap originally filmed in "What the Bleep Do We Know," and now upon its 2006 sorta sequel "Down the Rabbit Hole." I'm not pissed about opinions on whether the movie's well made, but rather about reviewers' mindless acceptance of the "factual" information within.

I won't give these Bleeping filmmakers any more of my money -- and it turns out, I don't have to, as this new flick "is really more of a director's cut of the film What the Bleep Do We Know?," it sez here.

"A surprise hit from last year, the original -- and somewhat bizarre -- reel about quantum physics and the malleable nature of reality grossed more than $12 million U.S., making it the fourth- most successful U.S. documentary ever." Jeeezus Chreee-rist. Bafflegab as pop physics hit.

And this: "Complete with a new introduction and a new series of visual aids to help us grasp the vagaries of subatomic particle behaviour, 'Down the Rabbit Hole' postulates the 21st century could mark the start of a new age in which science and religion work in tandem. To the pure and applied people out there, this may sound like scientific heresy. Most people who work in lab coats prefer to see science as an empirical study that isn't tainted by such heady considerations as ethics or intent or even the nature of being 'the observer.' Yet this is one of the most fascinating points raised in Down the Rabbit Hole: There is evidence to suggest the very act of observing can affect the results of even the most basic tests."

WHAT? I simply cannot take lies about science. Of COURSE the act of observation can change the results. Every bleeping scientist in the world knows this. Every bleeping scientist in the world has pondered Schrodinger's cat. Every single one. Scientists are not the mindless idiots that this movie seeks to portray them as. And the damned cat hasn't been nailed to a cross, either.

End of Marvin the Martian voice. Here's my review of the first "movie."

Breathe, Oples me dear, breathe.