After enduring two hours of torture, I wished I had Riddick's extra-dark goggles to shield myself from that movie:
For a good portion of the film, Vin Diesel stared menacingly over his left shoulder, mumbling some one-liner that had as much significance to the plot as the guy sitting in front of me did farting in the theater. I guess that didn't really matter since there was no plot to begin with. There were, however, plenty of confusing camera angles which I think were failed attempts to disguise the poor quality of the special effects; they were on par with drawings produced by child labor in Malaysia. As naussea and dizziness set in, the old hag told everyone that the only way evil could be defeated was by a different type of evil... logically, I thought it was my que to set the projection screen on fire. Still, the ending did have an interesting twist... when the movie was finally over, I was surprised to find myself still conscious.
For a good portion of the film, Vin Diesel stared menacingly over his left shoulder, mumbling some one-liner that had as much significance to the plot as the guy sitting in front of me did farting in the theater. I guess that didn't really matter since there was no plot to begin with. There were, however, plenty of confusing camera angles which I think were failed attempts to disguise the poor quality of the special effects; they were on par with drawings produced by child labor in Malaysia. As naussea and dizziness set in, the old hag told everyone that the only way evil could be defeated was by a different type of evil... logically, I thought it was my que to set the projection screen on fire. Still, the ending did have an interesting twist... when the movie was finally over, I was surprised to find myself still conscious.
