I saw National Treasure almost a week ago, and it's taken this long to remove the stain from my memory. Luckily, I captured all my warm and fuzzy feelings for posterity in my review for Film Threat, which you can read here.
This is why reviews need to be written as soon after a screening as possible. Not only because details and impressions of the film are fresh in your mind, but because anger subsides with time, and really juicy froth must be captured immediately or it loses all its flavor.
So while I usually hate to reread my old stuff, I was doing a typo check and recalled this line, which pretty much somes up my feelings:
“National Treasure” wants desperately to be “Raiders of the Lost Ark.” And to an extent it is, minus the latter’s pacing, writing, acting, humor, and story.
Grudge reviewing is just like grudge sex, only not as fun or satisfying. And you're still pissed off when it's over.
Oh Pete, you are the queen of my harem of men. I love you most of all. Hey! You can be the Scarecrow to my Dorothy!
Actually, Heather and I enjoyed the film, in a brain-dead "because it's an action movie" way.
That's cool. It's just my opinion, which - although it might be louder than some - doesn't mean you shouldn't ignore it as readily as you would any other blowhard movie reviewer.
Well, the film had Nick Cage in it, which meant that no reviewer would be able to keep my Beloved Spousal Overunit from wanting, nay, needing to see it.
I kept wanting to re-write it so the answer to our questions wasn't always "because there wouldn't be a movie then."
Love the review, love it...it was right on the nose, if you ask me. Which you didn't. Why didn't you?
Bastard.
:) Yay, it's Friday!