BEWARE OF NUT-BUSTING SPOILERS AHEAD
Ouch. This week we not only sat (uncomfortably) through Lawless' de-conkering but also Dredd's bloody-mouthed wang worrying. These though are just the latest entrants in cinema's most wince-inducing club: the cinematic castration – the ultimate in emasculation, humiliation and total pain. So in celebration of its newest dis-membered members, get ready to cross those legs for the best in lost manhood, occasional female empowerment but mostly bloody, spurting amateur sex surgery. Let's turn that Y into an X, shall we?
Finding themselves up against a literally cut-throat copper, those bootleggin' Bondurant boys aim to cut something a little lower on the anatomy. Tracking down the guys who earlier attempted to adjust Bane's vocal chords, the Bondurants take a straight razor to the terror-etched henchmen's undercarriages and deliver them to their nemesis. Revenge is a dish best served in a bloody tissue.
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