Oh. My. God. Yesterday, Kristen rented one of the worst movies to come out of Hollywood in a long time. I’m just glad that we were watching it “On Demand” on cable, rather than having spent $10 per person plus concessions for it.
What was this dog of a film, you ask? The 2011 version of The Three Musketeers, staring (wrong others) Milla Jovovich and Orlando Bloom. Don’t get me wrong, I can forgive quite a bit of a movie starring Milla (Ultraviolet, anyone?), but this was just… Ugh.
The costuming was questionable at best, the writing was paltry, the plot was transparent, and the whole thing was horribly contrived. I’m a history geek, so I understand a little something about period appropriate clothing and the dress that the costume director put Jovovich in was six kinds of bad.
On the up side, I got to spend a couple of hours with my family, having a grand time poking at the plot holes and generally being aghast at the film. We had some good laughs, and generally agreed that it was a huge stinker.
But it was fun! And, after all, isn’t that the whole point of cinema? To entertain?