I saw Underworld this weekend.
Yeah. It was pretty sub-par.
While White Wolf is kinda rediculous for suing the screenwriter and all, it's been done before. And much better.
So. Kate Beckinsale is very pretty. Unfortunately, in this movie, she's about as scary as Bunnicula. She has the personality of a fanged cucumber. Her role consists of being pretty, wearing clothes that would restrict in an actual fight, and thinking angstily in slow-mo instead of, y'know, actually doing anything. Bah.
Plot. Holes.
There were only two actually interesting characters in the whole movie: Viktor and Lucian. Okay, so you saw Lucian's backstory coming from a mile away, I don't care, it made him more sympathetic than anyone else in the movie.
Mike, I figured out where I recognized him from. He played Robbie Ross in Wilde, aka Oscar Wilde's first homosexual partner (that we know of). I've seen Lucian's butt.
They needed to drop out about three action sequences and add some character development. Everyone was very wooden, and I really didn't care who lived or died. Plus, all Scott Speedman's character does is look pretty, sit around all chained up, and turn into The Hulk at the very end.
If they mated: Vampire + Werewolf = Lurtz from Lord of the Rings.
That Craven guy? Baaad acting. For real. Like, pick an accent, dude. All you do is act like a weasel and strut about like the very very gay king of darkness. And not in that sexy, Angel-esque very very gay king of darkness kind of way, either. Demerits for the hair, too.
The directing was mediocre at best. The guy's a first time director, which explains a lot. He needs to lear to show and not tell so much. And blurry, repetitive flashbacks occur for no particular reason are not the good kind of showings, either.
In other news, I got a really hot shirt this weekend. It's all slinky and black and it's got black lacing that zigzags all up the front.
Yeah. It was pretty sub-par.
While White Wolf is kinda rediculous for suing the screenwriter and all, it's been done before. And much better.
So. Kate Beckinsale is very pretty. Unfortunately, in this movie, she's about as scary as Bunnicula. She has the personality of a fanged cucumber. Her role consists of being pretty, wearing clothes that would restrict in an actual fight, and thinking angstily in slow-mo instead of, y'know, actually doing anything. Bah.
Plot. Holes.
There were only two actually interesting characters in the whole movie: Viktor and Lucian. Okay, so you saw Lucian's backstory coming from a mile away, I don't care, it made him more sympathetic than anyone else in the movie.
Mike, I figured out where I recognized him from. He played Robbie Ross in Wilde, aka Oscar Wilde's first homosexual partner (that we know of). I've seen Lucian's butt.
They needed to drop out about three action sequences and add some character development. Everyone was very wooden, and I really didn't care who lived or died. Plus, all Scott Speedman's character does is look pretty, sit around all chained up, and turn into The Hulk at the very end.
If they mated: Vampire + Werewolf = Lurtz from Lord of the Rings.
That Craven guy? Baaad acting. For real. Like, pick an accent, dude. All you do is act like a weasel and strut about like the very very gay king of darkness. And not in that sexy, Angel-esque very very gay king of darkness kind of way, either. Demerits for the hair, too.
The directing was mediocre at best. The guy's a first time director, which explains a lot. He needs to lear to show and not tell so much. And blurry, repetitive flashbacks occur for no particular reason are not the good kind of showings, either.
In other news, I got a really hot shirt this weekend. It's all slinky and black and it's got black lacing that zigzags all up the front.