posted by
the_dala at 12:00pm on 19/11/2004
Snerk. Even when I don't agree with him, I freaking love Stephen Hunter.
From his review of "National Treasure":
"National Treasure" is the movie equivalent of comfort food: Think of it as a plate of gray roast beef, beige mashed potatoes and chartreuse peas all smothered in sepia gravy served on Wonder Bread in a diner somewhere between East Jonesborough and Potawatomi Run. Expect indigestion, expect cholesterol, expect little greasy Jujubes in your teeth for months and you can have a damned good time.
But who's this Teresa Wiltz person? She's dull. I want Desson Thomas!
From his review of "National Treasure":
"National Treasure" is the movie equivalent of comfort food: Think of it as a plate of gray roast beef, beige mashed potatoes and chartreuse peas all smothered in sepia gravy served on Wonder Bread in a diner somewhere between East Jonesborough and Potawatomi Run. Expect indigestion, expect cholesterol, expect little greasy Jujubes in your teeth for months and you can have a damned good time.
But who's this Teresa Wiltz person? She's dull. I want Desson Thomas!
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Not the "gray" and boring parts. Just that it wasn't very special and pretty formulaic. Bah.
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::sniffle:: I want my Weekend Section. And my Book World. This is like being in exile. (Well, okay, maybe not.)
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