I was already nervous as hell about Ironclad, a movie that looks utterly silly, despite having an unbelievably impressive cast — Brian Cox, Paul Giamatti, Jason Flemying, James Purefoy and Derek Jacobi. Even considering Purefoy’s stumbles of late (oh, were you waiting for a Solomon Kane review? Here it is: It’s worse than Season Of The Witch), it’s a hell of a list. Somehow, Kate Mara snuck onto the set, and they probably thought she was Rooney and gave her a part.
Anyway, as I’ve mentioned before, the simultaneous lowlight/highlight of my day is sometimes the goofy-ass emails I get from PR people. Today, I received a very enthusiastic one that contained this video:
I mean, damn. Is that supposed to make me want to see it? Because it makes me want to strangle my neighbors. Whoever wrote that song — and make no mistake, someone sat down and wrote that fucking song — needs to be sternly spoken to about their goals. And possibly punched.
Anyway, yeah, I’m still totally gonna see it.