Spawn prevailed on me to watch The Fifth
Element with him last night. And I'm glad.
In order:
- I want Korben Dallas' apartment. Too cool.
- I was thoroughly impressed with the
well-placed bandage outfit. As was Spawn. Milla has moved *way*
up his "First Girls I'll Stop Hating" list.
- Bruce--the cab driver who is stern, but
kind, to muggers. (the bin of repossessed guns was a treat.) A
kick ass hero who looks totally at home in a tux, whether it's
all in one piece or ripped to shreds. And his kind look to the
doped out rock star who bravely risks his drugged out hide to
hand him the....balls. Very funny.
- Milla was just all around awesome. Sexy and
adorable. That funny voice and that weird language. Nice job.
- Magnificent traffic scenes. I wish to drive
there.
- It wasn't perfect camp. But still nice. Good
cheesy presentations by the supporting characters.
- Ian Holm. I love that man.
- Damn, it was a pretty movie. I'm not one to
notice visual effects. But what a trip.
- Chris Tucker was funny, but a bit too too.
On the down side, what was up with Oldman and
that accent? And what a pathetic end to a villain. Oops! I forgot
the stones! Have to go back! But I can turn off the bomb! Uh oh.
And what, exactly, was The Fifth Element? She
was there to stop the big bad ball of fire? That's it?
It wasn't a perfect movie, probably not even a
really good one. But my expectations were low, and I had a great
time.
