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Jul. 11th, 2006
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Jul. 11th, 2006 01:12 pmAs promised, my entry on Blade. Post contains spoilers.
I mentioned last night that I'd seen an ad for the third Blade movie, and that later on we needed to rent all three of those. Chris was surprised that I hadn't seen them yet (horror/action movie freak that I am) so we went out and rented the first two. Had time to watch one before bed, and feh.
I mean, I loved the weapons and some of the fight scenes were cool, but . . . the characters. Good lord, the characters.
Blade in particular. Geez, it was all silence/growl/fight/cryptic sentences/ANGST/bleed. I kept expecting him to write poetry titled The Eternal Night of My Non-Human Soul or something. (I wish he would have; that would've been funny, at least) The macho, manly, silent-type, "did I mention I'm the Alpha here?" guys just don't do it for me. Well, correction. They don't if that's the only character trait that's there. The script gave me nothing else to go off of in terms of being able to like him.
So as a consequence, I spent half the movie making sarcastic jokes. The main one being during the big dramatic fight at the end, where the serum makes the bad guy swell up and turn red and explode--
Me: "He turned into a giant Pop Rock!"
Chris: *chokes on his drink*
Me: "Umm . . . sorry?"
And we won't even get into the writers beating you over the head with the Madonna/Whore complex (aka, Blade's mother).
We're going to watch the second one tonight. I hope it has a better script.
I mentioned last night that I'd seen an ad for the third Blade movie, and that later on we needed to rent all three of those. Chris was surprised that I hadn't seen them yet (horror/action movie freak that I am) so we went out and rented the first two. Had time to watch one before bed, and feh.
I mean, I loved the weapons and some of the fight scenes were cool, but . . . the characters. Good lord, the characters.
Blade in particular. Geez, it was all silence/growl/fight/cryptic sentences/ANGST/bleed. I kept expecting him to write poetry titled The Eternal Night of My Non-Human Soul or something. (I wish he would have; that would've been funny, at least) The macho, manly, silent-type, "did I mention I'm the Alpha here?" guys just don't do it for me. Well, correction. They don't if that's the only character trait that's there. The script gave me nothing else to go off of in terms of being able to like him.
So as a consequence, I spent half the movie making sarcastic jokes. The main one being during the big dramatic fight at the end, where the serum makes the bad guy swell up and turn red and explode--
Me: "He turned into a giant Pop Rock!"
Chris: *chokes on his drink*
Me: "Umm . . . sorry?"
And we won't even get into the writers beating you over the head with the Madonna/Whore complex (aka, Blade's mother).
We're going to watch the second one tonight. I hope it has a better script.
