My wife asked me to watch a movie with her tonight. I reluctantly agreed, even though the subject matter didn't sound too appealing to me.
I'm not an avid movie watcher — like sports, I believe movies are mostly a waste of time. But I have seen more than my share of frivolous flicks.
Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle wins the prize for the absolute stupidest movie that I think I've ever seen — at least as far as I can remember. It's even worse than the Home Alone sequels.
It's only redeeming quality was when the closing credits rolled up the screen. The fact that this movie had an ending, was the only thing that endeared it to me.
It had several computer-enhanced scenes, which looked like they were computer-enhanced.
It had beautiful women in bikinis — which I guess was intended to be the selling point — the only selling point.
It had cameos from numerous stars.
One thing that it didn't have was much of a story. And it didn't have much of a script.
My wife felt ashamed that she had spent the money for the DVD. The movie left both of us feeling dissatisfied and annoyed. It was as if we had had our intelligence insulted that someone in Hollywood thought we were dumb enough to accept this as worthwhile entertainment.
And Hollywood never seems to miss an opportunity to promote their homosexual agenda. I guess, as a guy, I was supposed to get a kick out of seeing one woman rub her lips against another's face. And to see Demi Moore and Cameron Diaz almost kiss on the beach. I was not impressed with any aspect of this movie, especially its pro-lesbian innuendos.
To summarize, I enjoyed this movie about as much as I would have enjoyed a stroke. My biggest regrets are that I wasted 93 minutes of my life, and the kilowatt hours of electricity that I burned to play it.
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