Die Another Day

November 28th, 2002  |  Published in Uncategorized

The 007 franchise rises up from the tar pit, mastodon-like and lizardy and promptly collapses, smashing all of its own internal organs into a putrescent jelly that covers the entire theater with its stink.

Explain why you can go to a PT Anderson movie and there are fifteen drunken chatty cathys sitting around you who don’t understand that they’re supposed to use their “inside” voices, but you go to a rotten, miserable, disaster like this and they all sit like they’re at High Mass. Must be sheer stupefication.

Seriously: not even a good Bond movie, made worse by an attempt to introduce “bullet time” to a car chase. Gross.

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