Lucy

This movie is a marvel of the concept of modern thriller/sci fi cinematography. Not only did Fateful Findings pull me out of a dark, slimy, feces smeared hole, but it also changed who I was as a person. I used to be a generic millennial who had a caffeine addiction and orgasamed to the cast of Friends. Every night, I’d spend with another STD infected guy, and use morning after pills when I wake up. This became an infinite loop and I became addicted to plan B and Viagra. I would ground up the pills and snort infinite lines of them. One day, I snorted plan B powder too fast, and it went up to my brain, therefore aborting all the knowledge in my cranium. I spent a year and a half in the hospital being stupid and brain dead. Then, an angel booped me on the nose. That angel was Neil Breen. Yes, the director of Fateful Findings slowly nursed me back to health with his tender breasts. I learned to love his poignant work in the cinema field. And I am here to spread the word of this miraculous film.