love the bastardised quote
Ah, sweet memories. A montage of hand gestures, working men, hardware and lustful flying weapons of war, peeking through steam backlit by a setting sun, the monochrome a raw sensuous orange with dark sillhouettes and a gentle guitar crescendo that built the pace, the tension, the raw power about to take to the skies, released with a switch to joyful fast paced lyrics and.. the rest of the film wasn't bad either.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
