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2012: Worst Movie of 2009?
Nov. 17th, 2009 02:04 amFriday night I went to the movies with Wayne and Cody, to see what is perhaps the Worst Movie of 2009: 2012. It was so bad it was good. Wayne felt it was worth the admission price to see the Vatican topple. I knew we were in for a Very Bad Movie within the first 30 seconds of dialog, when a supposed astrophysicist character told us that the neutrinos coming from solar flares were mutating into some kind of new neutrinos that could affect matter and were acting as microwaves, heating Earth's core.
Um, yeah.
It's kind of like mixing your metaphors, only, you know, using Physics and Biology instead of metaphors and running them through a meat grinder.
For those of you who have ever had a chance to sit next to me while CSI or some similar TV show that takes massive liberties with science is on, you should be able to envision the face I made. It's the face that, when my girlfriend sees it, she whaps me with a pillow and tells me not to froth over bad fictional science.
And anyway, I'd known before I even walked into the theatre it was gonna be bad. I mean, the conversation with Wayne went like this:
Wayne: Wanna go to the movies with me and Cody?
Yours Truly: Sure! What do you guys want to see?
Wayne: 2012
Me: ... No, seriously ...
Wayne: I'm in a bad mood, and I want to see the world get destroyed.
Me: OK, but... You actually want to see 2012?!? *slightly hysterical nervous laugh*
Wayne: You don't have to come with us. *hurt sniff*
Me: No, no, sign me up. I could use a night out and... Yeah. okay. I just never would have figured you for... No, seriously. Sure. Get me a ticket.
I was expecting it to have Bad Science, Epic Melodrama, Fantabulous CGI Effects, and Eye-wateringly Wretched Dialog. And even so, it exceeded my expectations. It was so bad it was good. Especially when the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel split right on the fingernail line between God's hand and Adam's.
Afterward we all agreed it was a Truly Terrible Movie and we were glad we'd gone out together. Mark of a true friendship that.
Um, yeah.
It's kind of like mixing your metaphors, only, you know, using Physics and Biology instead of metaphors and running them through a meat grinder.
For those of you who have ever had a chance to sit next to me while CSI or some similar TV show that takes massive liberties with science is on, you should be able to envision the face I made. It's the face that, when my girlfriend sees it, she whaps me with a pillow and tells me not to froth over bad fictional science.
And anyway, I'd known before I even walked into the theatre it was gonna be bad. I mean, the conversation with Wayne went like this:
Wayne: Wanna go to the movies with me and Cody?
Yours Truly: Sure! What do you guys want to see?
Wayne: 2012
Me: ... No, seriously ...
Wayne: I'm in a bad mood, and I want to see the world get destroyed.
Me: OK, but... You actually want to see 2012?!? *slightly hysterical nervous laugh*
Wayne: You don't have to come with us. *hurt sniff*
Me: No, no, sign me up. I could use a night out and... Yeah. okay. I just never would have figured you for... No, seriously. Sure. Get me a ticket.
I was expecting it to have Bad Science, Epic Melodrama, Fantabulous CGI Effects, and Eye-wateringly Wretched Dialog. And even so, it exceeded my expectations. It was so bad it was good. Especially when the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel split right on the fingernail line between God's hand and Adam's.
Afterward we all agreed it was a Truly Terrible Movie and we were glad we'd gone out together. Mark of a true friendship that.