Decisions, decisions...
My husband came home early from work (which almost never happens) yesterday and since we were both awake and had free movie passes, we decided to go see a bad movie. The "soup de jour" was a quiet little period piece called "XXX" . Sadly, the dialogue wasn't as horrendously awful, as say "Mission to Mars" , but there were a few moments where we both giggled at how just plain B.A.D. it was.
Fer instance: After aligning himself with the bad guys, Vin ('X') goes to the head cheese's palatial home for a "sleepover". He is shown his room and as the camera pans, we see it's filled with candles and comes complete with a four poster bed, gaily festooned with a writhing, bikini-clad nymphette. X stands there leering, Writhetta seductively lowers herself on the bed, X rips off his shirt and says, "The things I do for my country." Check, please!!!!