Ghost Ship
I mean this in the most complimentary way possible but the opening sequence is a masterclass in how to ignore even the most basic understanding of human anatomy but there is some… Oh shit, Gabriel Byrne! Anyway, I’m pretty sure I watched this back in the day but have no memory of… oh shit, Karl Urban! I actually remember when… wait, shit! I just realized that’s Julianna Margulies!
When this movie came out I was working in a Hollywood Video. You see kids, back in the day we used to have these stores where you could rent movies on physical media. Anyway, I was kind of a snob back then—that’s downplaying it significantly—and had yet to learn how to just turn off my brain and watch a cool flick.
From the same director as another good-enough guilty pleasure, Thirteen Ghosts.
The use of Mudvayne in the film has me digging out The End Of All Things To Come and giving it a spin or two.
The early aughts were something else, for sure.
I know, right? Fucking hell!
My point is, I kinda liked it this time around and am currently lamenting many of the ways in which I may have deprived myself of fun experiences.
