Rented Ridley Scott’s Legend from Netflix this week. Watched the first eight or nine minutes of it. Ejected it.
Met four or five characters — two pure evil, three pure good. None of them even remotely real or believable. Huge TechniColor forest complete with rabbits and butterflies.
The whole thing seems to have sprung to life off of a cereal box. It isn’t even a good cartoon. (It isn’t a cartoon. Live action. Tom Cruise.)
Dang. I wanted to watch a movie tonight. But since I don’t want to be cleaning vomit off of the rug, I think I’d better skip this one.