Lord, Oh Lordy...

What on earth was I thinking? Something about the holidays... forces me to the movies. Bad movies. Really bad movies...


You wouldn't think a person could watch BOTH Alexander and Bridget Jones 2 without throwing up...


And yet I did it.


Alexander was the single worst movie I've ever paid to see and sat through. Not as bad as Gods and Generals, but with that one I had the sense to storm out. For some reason I watched all of Alexander. Praps in hope of the hot guy-on-guy action that was sure to come...


But didn't. Sigh.


Eunuchs, leather clothes, "exotic dancers" of both sexes. Booze everywhere and smooth smooth smooth shaven boys. Pendulous breasts and everyone "goin native" without getting any. Not any.


It made no sense. Not the accents or the casting or the wardrobe or any of it.


BJ 2 was not quite as bad, in that I didn't expect it to be any good. But still it sucked. Somehow Renne Z managed to smuggle massive quanities of drugs and land in a Thai prison where all the hookers spoke English. Whatev.