Alternative Title: All Hail the One True God, Neil Breen: The Movie....That's all you need to know. Go spill some coffee and break a computer to hype yourself for this. You will require a lot of alcohol, and DO NOT, under any circumstances, watch this alone.

Best movie i have ever watched. Best movie i have ever watched. It repeats every line twice. Best movie i have ever watched.

Neil Breen is a god among of cinema, I tell you. The new Christopher Nolan, the new Tarantino. And i'm not even going to just talk about directors. He's not just the director of the film, but he's also the MAIN ACTOR, in this movie...and all of his other movies. Neil Breen is the new and improved Mel Brooks. I sure as hell hope this man has some beautiful films coming into the future.Breen's four main films (Fateful Findings, Double Down, Pass Thru, I Am Here...Now) are the best things I have ever laid eyes on. I am writing a review because this was my favorite out of the four films. Breen is a true god of dialogue (yes, of course he also wrote the screenplay). When Breen finds out that his friend is dead, he believes that it was an act of suicide, but really his wife had killed him. He asks the dead corpse laying on the ground; "I can't believe you committed suicide. I can't believe you committed suicide. How could you have done this? How could you have committed suicide?". Damn, now THAT is how you deliver a line. Someone's gotta tell King and Stielberg that they really need to step up their game.This whole movie is pretty much shot inside of ALL of what I believe to do be Neil Breen's house. And if it's not his house, than it is definitely one of his friends or something. From it being the scene of him being in the "hospital" or at a friends house, you can just always tell it's his house. I can't say much more about this movie aside from that it is nothing short of perfect, 10/10.

I haven't written a movie review in a while, but I had to log in to register my pleasure at the discovery of this magical movie. Like a piece of miracle dropped from heaven, it has such purity and innocence that is out of this world. Like a child playing in a bubble bath, a dandelion swaying in the wind, or a dog licking its own balls, this movie reveals to the world just how corrupted the movie business has become with its exaggerated love for "talent" and "skill" and "acting."A love letter to the lovesick, an orgasm without erection, there is something magical about Neil Breen's touch. So, bend over, close your eyes, and take it. You'll learn to love it.