The worst movie that I actually sat all the way through

Rating: 1/10 (21 January 2006)

I think maybe Bob Longino of the Atlanta Journal-Constitution sums it up best: "...more an ethereal cinematic tone poem than plot-driven story." This could be why I stayed the hell away from English as much as possible in college. And decided to become a biologist. Damn close to three hours of little dialogue, little action, but a lot of highlights. And by highlights, I mean Colin Farrell's hair. It kept getting lighter and lighter streaks. About an hour and a half in, when I realized that nothing was going to happen any time soon, I started to get very bored. By the time Pocahontas died at the end, I was practically cheering for Death. It didn't matter whose--Pocahontas', the writer/director's, mine...
They went on into this collage of the sky and junk like that, while we were just hoping for the damn movie to be over. I glanced over at the two friends, who were trying not to laugh. Which of course, made me crack up. But no one else seemed to be, so I had to try to keep myself from filling the theater with it. Didn't really work. But I believe I set off some other UCLA students.
It may not be the worst movie I've ever seen (I believe that dubious honor goes to "Freddie Got Fingered"), but I would definitely go so far as to say it was the worst movie that I actually sat all the way through.