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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Saturday, October 13, 2001

I am a sick little girl. My head appears to have been magically transformed into a gunk-producing factory. Woohoo! Gross-out factor!

Meanwhile, Tomb Raider was fan-fucking-tastic! What the hell are all those people who didn't like it whinging about? What's not to like in this movie? The action is so much fun, and it was very slick. They might actually have had a touch too much plot for a no-brainer action flick, but they handled it well, and it didn't drag. Not even the info-dump was too long or boring. (Pointed look towards The Matrix: learn, guys.) And Angeline Jolie was absolutely sodding perfect.

In the opening action sequence, I grinned at every move that came straight from the game (and boy, there were a lot of them). When she did that big backflip and whipped out her guns in mid-air, I couldn't help myself saying "Yes!". It was beautiful.

The whole thing was just so much damn fun. I don't think I stopped grinning for a single second. Great turn from everyone's best friend Rimmer as the butler dude. And when they mentioned the Illuminati, once again I couldn't prevent a small "Rah!". Several friends turned to grin at me at that point.

Final judgement: Get off your high horse and enjoy the damn movie, will you? I found it impossible not to.

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