||[May. 28th, 2007|02:29 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
Jaci, the answer to your question #1? Oh dear sweet lord so much more. So SO much more than the 2nd one.
We got out of there and I spent a few minutes thinking about ways I could have better spent those 168 minutes. I made a list:
- Elective dental surgery.
- Beating myself in the face.
- Getting my hoo-hoo bit.. again.
- Rereading the poetry I wrote in 7th grade.
- Receiving a pap smear at a teaching hospital.
For those who say "But Melly, surely it was so bad it was good." No. At 130 minutes it was still kinda enjoyable for the badness. 38 minutes later I was contemplating the potential for slitting my own throat with my straw.
And here's the bad part, right? The acting was pretty not-bad. The sets and scenery were good. Even the effects were nifty. And, as always, Bill Nighy is a genius. But the script was so anus-contractingly bad it buried everything else. WHO THE FUCK APPROVED THAT?! Who looked at that script and said "Oh yeah, this is fantastic!" And can I sue them to get my 168 minutes back?
Steve was speaking to an EMT we know and described it this way: "Remember that guy whose intestines had descended? It was like that." His other choice descriptive term is to just say "Highlander 2."
Only good points:
Most of the trailers.
And that? Is it. I want my morning back.