Aug 26, 2010

The Tracey Fragments


After only watching a couple minutes of The Tracey Fragments it was quite apparent the film was a pieced together pile of digital feces, a film for the typical art fag teenage girl narcissist who finds masturbating most pleasurable whilst staring at a broken mirror. The film stars the very bulldyke-like Ellen Page making one wonder whether or not the film would have been better titled as The Tranny Fragments. Like every other repulsive quasi-feminist film I have seen her in, in The Tracey Fragments Ms. Page seems to lack estrogen, daintiness, and pretty much any other trait an attractive member of the female sex tends to carry. In The Tracey Fragments, Page's character Tracey also seems to be obsessed with the fact her bosom lacks a certain voluptuousness that most males seem to appreciate. I am sure the real Ellen Page would not mind having those pesky female breasts removed in real-life.


I am convinced that The Tracey Fragments was made so that special loner art-fag girls can further legitimize their drama queen escapades for their extremely unfortunate yet deserving families. Tracey wants everyone to know that her life is in "fragments," hence the silly over-stylized and pointless fragmented editing style of the film. The editing style of The Tracey Fragments was a sorry attempt by the film's editor to give the film a feeling of sophistication and abstraction when in reality the film is both lacking in substance as well as real-life human emotion. No matter how bad Tracey's life gets in the film, whether she is about to get raped or swiftly humped/dumped by her love interest, it is nearly impossible to find anything sympathetic about her character. In fact, it seems that The Tracey Fragments is a film designed for bourgeois degenerate girls so they can comfortably worship their own imagined victimhood via a super cool Indie flick.


I predict that The Tracey Fragments will inspire many teenage girls who have a thing for androgynous guys who wear eyeliner to dream of being raped and assaulted. Maybe then, after some brutal and traumatizing experience will they feel that they have achieved the attention they so graciously crave. From beginning to end, Tracey continues to wear the same monotone facial expression that makes one question whether or not she has discovered her clitoris yet. America and Canada are no doubt full of many Tracey-like girls, teen drama queens who believe that no one understands them because their parents are more interested in work than talking to them. For some strange reason, I doubt The Tracey Fragments will even fill the emotional void of the neurotic teenage bourgeois goober girl.


Will fragmented Tracey ever be happy and whole? It is doubtful considering her role model growing up as a child was a wussy Jewish father. I guess Tracey's younger brother felt impersonating a dog would be more dignified and honorable than say impersonating his Judaic 1/2 Mensch Father. Although he may have not been featured throughout the film, Tracey's father is central to her character. Girls with weak, effeminate, and unassertive fathers tend to go for the kind of losers Tracey seems to fancy. If anything can be learned from the abomination that is The Tracey Fragments it is that we need more films where white father's takeout criminal "minorities" and other vermin just as Paul Kersey did in Death Wish.


-Ty E

7 comments:

Shaun Anderson [The Celluloid Highway] said...

I've never heard of this, and have no intention of ever watching it...but I enjoyed your review!

jervaise brooke hamster said...

Isn`t this the same film you reveiwed on January 13th 2009?. By the way, i still desperately want to shove my knob up Ellen Pages bum, that bird drives me fucking wild.

jervaise brooke hamster said...

I want to bum-off Ellen page.

jervaise brooke hamster said...

I want to unload half a pint of spunk down Ellen pages lushious young throat.

Darnell Brooks said...

I wouldn't even fuck Mr. Page with a stolen dick.

Vill said...

She looks like Mackully Kulken! Micheal Jackson would've enjoyed this!

Captain Apache (circa 1971) said...

Hey Vill, Macauley Culkin and Michael Jackson are both worthless piles of dog-shit.