"With his sepulchral voice and visage, the marvelous English actor Bill Nighy often makes a spooky impression—so it's good to see him finally play a lord of the undead! Other than Nighy, the only reason to see Underworld (directed by Len Wiseman, from a screenplay by Danny McBride) is to ogle bonny Kate, more mouth-watering in a caped black shiny vinyl catsuit than anyone in film (or human, or inhuman) history. Her diction doesn't suffer for those vampire teeth, either. As we Christopher Lee fans can attest, there's something hugely satisfying about seeing regal English snobs with perfect enunciation hiss through bared fangs while drooling blood. It clarifies so much about Great Britain's role in world history." |
i'd never heard of it. this is what happens when you dn't watch t.v. you lose trcak of moobies. |
total matinee fodder. |
Der moobies dey slip me by. |
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Lets see, The Matrix meets American Wherewolf in Paris, with Resident Evil and Ann Rice sprinkled in for fun. I'm not going to tell you how it turns out, because there is a twist that was not too hard to figure out about the middle of it. |
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the end, of course, made it look like a sequel will be on it's way |
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Just like Underworld. |