Monday, May 10, 2004
Friday, The Boyfriend and I went on a date. We had dinner at Fajitas and 'Ritas, then went to the movies. For any of you thinking of seeing Van Helsing I'd suggest you just take a fork and drive it through your eye into your brain. It's significantly cheaper, and probably more entertaining. I think it's quite possibly the worst movie I've seen in at least five years. Worse than A Man Apart, worse than Walking Tall, worse than Knockaround Guys, worse than Dracula 2000, even worse than League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. (And you guys may remember how much I hated that.) There wasn't even any eye candy, and the only enjoyable humor came from the guy from Lord of the Rings. The plot was bad (had more holes than the Albert Hall, my friends), the CGI was mostly lame, the acting was terrible, and the dialogue was worse. The accents alternately made me laugh aloud or made my skin crawl. This was a ridiculously shitty movie. Had we not paid an exhorbitant amount of money to see it, The Boyfriend and I would have walked out. It was literally THAT BAD. And since we all know how lenient I am about these things for the most part (I'll tolerate some pretty awful stuff--as The Boyfriend discovered when I made him watch Speed with me yesterday) but even I have my limit. End rant.