casualotter21
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joined Feb 2003
Potential plot spoilers ahead.
Though I did my best to avoid including any.
So, consider this a preemptive spoiler alert to absolve me of any responsibility should I accidentally ruin the experience for anyone.
The first thing I said when we walked out of the theater yesterday was, "Guys, are we aware we just watched the most expensive adaptation of a ninja novel in history?" The movie looks exactly like those "Let's make our own ninja novel" threads you see on American literature forums. The characters deliver lines that are so predictable I could practically guess the rest of the sentence halfway through. They deliver completely ridiculous dialogue with such deadpan seriousness, which in itself
makes it even funnier. Blood flows in rivers. Plot... nonexistent.
Characterization... non-existent. Just blood, killing, and mush, and it has so much cheese it's all over the screen. Honestly, I think I spent more than half the movie laughing. And a good portion of the audience did too, which I found quite delightful.
Now, someone might argue: "But isn't The Matrix Reloaded kind of like this too?" And I’d have to agree. But the issue with The Matrix Reloaded is that it actually attempted to be serious, whereas Quentin Tarantino, it seems, didn't even come close. This film feels like it's trying every single cliché found in action movies. It was crafted to be the archetype of a bad action flick. On top of all that, the movie is just totally hyperactive. It’s so over-the-top that my retinas exploded and I wet my pants. It's so pumped up that when I got home, I immediately beat up some old men and smashed my TV with my head. It's so excessive that my
friend, who is always commenting on films, was fukken *silent* for the last 45 to 50 minutes, staring unblinkingly so he wouldn't miss any nonsense, punctuated by occasional groans of "Jesus!" and "Unbe—fukkin'—liveable!"
The movie was such a trip that nobody knew what to say when we left the theater. Fifteen minutes later, standing at the tram stop near the square, we realized a hot Japanese woman in a long black coat was barely three feet away from us. We immediately backed out of range of an average katana, hid behind a pillar just in case, and assessed how we might best hide behind a newsstand if all hell breaks loose and a fight starts.
And finally: let me guess what happens in the sequel. I bet Uma Thurman dies in the final showdown against the last villain, and they'll strike each other simultaneously in slow motion before falling to the ground to die in each other's arms. I also bet that before the second part ends, we'll definitely see that guy with the katanas one more time, reciting some Chinese wisdom about the dangers of revenge.