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So! Here we go! Christian Slater is Edward (please, call him "Ed"), a paranormal investigator. In movieland, being a paranormal investigator is the equivalent of being a minimum wage burger flipper; everyone's one at some time or another. He has a murky past and has spent his life "searching for answers". Also, "searching for the cursed lost booty of the Aztecs ARRRRRR me mateys!" He used to work with one of the four hundred U.S. paranormal investigative agencies, but quit because he had chin stubble and was a unique individual, darn it! Some bad stuff starts happening. Evil creatures zipping about in the shadows, afraid to show themselves and earn a lawsuit from the desk of H.R. Giger. Edward's previous orphan friends turn into mind-controlled zombies. Long-extinct ancient Indian civilizations spreading items across the planet in order to set up a scavenger hunt 10,000 years later. (The winning prize? Oh, just the end of the world. Of course.) Edward apparently alienated everyone in his life some time before, but it's not explained. Experiments in mine shafts. Military personnel saying the word "gennies" one too many times. Piece it together however you like, it won't make any difference. Tara Reid shows up on set one day, puts on a pair of glasses and pretends to be a smarty pants in archaeology or something. She also pronounces "Newfoundland" as "New-FOUND-land". Everybody thinks it's cute and doesn't call security. I, however, kept screaming at the television, "You were the DUMB one in Josie and the Pussycats! That's about as far as you should go!" She and Edward start digging through numerous clues that would stymie Batman, and endure countless chase scenes that chase only my patience. Side tangent: I love this trend we see in action films where the main action star (a guy) often needs a scientist sidekick (a girl) for two reasons. One, they're too dumb to understand some complicated mutation mumbo jumbo, and need the scientist to go into a lengthy explanation before giving the hero some indication as to the enemy's weak spot. Two, for sex. It's a proven fact that scientists are repressed sexpots just waiting for a guy with a gun to charge through the doors and swap DNA. Urgh. If you're new to the Uwe Boll phenomenon, then let my words prepare you for the shock of his cinema. Dialogue? Sucks beyond the telling of it. Acting? Sucks you into a black hole, never to return. Reasoning and believability? Unexcused absence. Loud, eardrum-assaulting music as he arms his characters with guns and shouts "ROCK AND ROLL!"? Here. What else do you want me to say to cure these wounds? AitD is not interesting, not entertaining, not scary, and not a proper meal for anyone's brain. Boll needs to accept the truth that millions have seen: he's a hack and his films lack. A poet, I am.
Is It Worth Staying Through End Credits?
Intermission! [some sources: IMDb]
Groovy Quotes
Edward: Your mother's wrong, kid. Being afraid of the dark is what keeps most of us alive. Edward: I have to take a trip down memory lane. Edward: Fear is what protects you from the things you don't believe in. Edward: I was tracking poachers across their lines in the Amazon when I hooked up with some ex-Chilean military trafficking artifacts on the black market. Cabbie: You travel light. Edward: I carry enough baggage for the both of us. If you liked this movie, try these:
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