Like twenty years or so.
And by "kind of started to suck" I mean it was horrible virulent trash that jabbed knives of pure pain into my eyeballs.
I just read the "Knight of Swords," wherein the last survivor of an ancient elf-like race sneaks into the ever-changing stronghold of a God of Chaos.
So, pretty much my typical Saturday night.
I kid, I kid, I loved Pan's Labyrinth.