More
like wretched excess conspicuous consumption to little or no end other than boosting one's flagging ego in the vain pursuit of relevancy and meaning in one's vapid meaningless albeit money filled life.
it sounds and tasted
like wretched excess, i.e. yummy.
Not exact matches
Those who remember the original «Kiss of Death» will be waiting for somebody to push a wheelchair down the stairs, but in a plot
like this, that would be
wretched excess.
And I
liked it, too, for the way it played Tad and Hollywood more or less straight, instead of diving into
wretched excess.
PS; The whole bloody gram point of the
likes of Pagani and Koengisegg is not to go down the road of
wretched excess technology for technologies sake.
In the end, it's clear that the cost and complexity of that elevator clearly puts it in the
wretched excess category, but it seemed
like a good idea at the time.