Going to The Movies.

Ultraviolet: Botox Nation

Ok, so this past week I went to see 2 movies, which just about fulfils my movie quota for the month, sad, I know, but I don't really have the time. Anyway, the first picking was Ultraviolet, yet another one of those 'adapted-from-the-comic' movies. Generally it was okayyy. I was perfectly content staring at Milla pantene-perfect tresses throughout the entire movie. Anyway, the movie should have been re-titled Ultraviolet: Botox Nation. It was so heavily photo-shopped I felt like I was watching a Manga soap opera. The screenplay (you really had to squint to notice that there was dialogue)...well, there were as many wrinkles as there were spoken word...

(Milla leaps with the dexterity of a thousand cats, decapitating & castrating a thousand evil men..*doof* *doof* *znnnngg* *bish* "uhh!" *thump* *thump* *swish of perfect hair* *ziing* *rat-tat-tat (machine gun fire)* *bang! *bang!*)

"I have recovered the package"

(Milla gets chased by helicopter with big guns. She zips from rooftop to rooftop on her motocycle with the dexterity of a thousand gila monsters, *zoooooom* *zoooooom* *bang* *bang* *KABOOM!* *ping!* *crash!* *dust*)

"But...the package is just a boy"

(Milla escapes from fellow hemophages, running down staircases with the dexterity of a thousand milipedes. *doof* *doof* *znnnngg* *bish* "uhh!" *thump* *thump* *swish of perfect hair* *ziing* *rat-tat-tat (machine gun fire)* *bang! *bang!*)

"I have to save the little boy"

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Actions speak louder than words, I suppose. But what if the action has nothing to do with the words? Anyway, in the end? A mediocore effort, with it's only saving grace? Milla's pantene tresses. I want them.