Benjamin Button? I don't know but right this very minute, in the upstairs living room, people are watching this creepy little anti-baby grow...er, young.
Me? I made it though his early years, if you can call them that, but when that octogenarian adolescent sprung from his wheelchair, I was outta there in a flash. What a stupid concept and how it all came about is based on what? A backwards clock? Personally, I would rather be counting rotations of my bedroom ceiling fan than watching that thing. Anyway, when old Benjamin, or young Benjamin - whatever, gets to his zero age, what does the little fellow do - crawl back into ..... I can't say it!
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