This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Originally written 11/8/08:
Someone please pick my jaw up from off the floor. I have just witnessed one of my new favorite bad movies of all time, the James Franco/Sienna Miller rom-com, Camille. Wow. I’ll try my darnedest not to get too spoiler-heavy (no guarantees), but let’s just say that by the time Franco climbed onto the back of a blue horse with a zombiefied Sienna Miller that took off into the air while rice rained down from the sky,…
Here's a movie whose whole selling point is big FX comedy set against a sci-fi backdrop of beloved classic video games brought to life, that still somehow assumes no one watching the film knows the games that it's referencing. No one in the film does either, as Sandler and company explain Pac-Man, Galaga, and Donkey Kong to each other as if these ancient relics have moved so far out of the public eye no one could possibly remember them.