yesterday evening I spent 8.50 to see Doom. to paraphrase the Zodiac Killer: I can’t help it. Can someone stop me?
nifty half monster dog/half wheelchair, though.
yesterday evening I spent 8.50 to see Doom. to paraphrase the Zodiac Killer: I can’t help it. Can someone stop me?
nifty half monster dog/half wheelchair, though.
what is it with these brief posts? first jeff’s micro reviews of oscar-bait biopics and now michael’s cry for help. so, tell us michael, where does this rank in the pantheon of the rock’s performances? could you smell what he was cooking? will this make me forget him as the scorpion king? or as the gun-scorning swashbuckling bounty-hunter in “rundown”? or his take on the sherrif confronting the breakdown of community in the age of late-capitalism in “walking tall”? or, unlikely as it seems, his defining self-parodying role as a gay toughman trying to make it in hollywood in “be cool”?
let’s just say that his performance in Doom makes his performance in Scorpion King seem like Olivier’s Hamlet. I have not yet seen Rundown, Be Cool or Walking Tall, though I am compling my Rock filmography immediately. How can anyone, though, erase the memory of Joe Don Baker? thankfully, for the Rock, the female lead in Doom is worse than he is–i mean, jeez, could we at least have some A-list B-movie actors?
i watch doom. doom bad.