Mr. Roland Emmerich, you owe me:
- one ticket
- one medium popcorn and
- one large Coke!
Not once in the movie did Danny Glover say "I'm too old for this s**t", not one scene of sex and you missed a great opportunity to make the trashiest scene ever with a dove landing on the boat at the end.
The movie reminded me of a passage from the Hitchhikers guide - "Vogon Poetry is of course the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem, Ode To A Small Lump of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer Morning, four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off ..."
Well, I now have two peg legs....
