No clever title because the movie doesn't deserve it.
The Black Dahlia.
Don't see it.
It's convoluted crap. It makes no sense. Michelle and I collapsed into snickers at the halfway point. I know they were speaking English, but I didn't understand what they were saying at all. Grisly, graphic scenes of murder were interspersed between asinine dialogue and ridiculous closeups. The best part was when the credits rolled.
I can't believe I lost two hours of my life on that.
Thank goodness it only cost me $3.85.
posted by Lynda @ 11:53 p.m.
1 Comments:
ok. I don't think we even made it to the half-way point. Even if we did, would you be able to pinpoint when exactly that was??? It just kept going . . . so painful . . . what was up with Hilary Swank's awful accent? And the clown portrait???????
Words can't express accurately the horror I feel at having seen one of the biggest trainwrecks of a movie ever created.
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