Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Dungeon Siege sounds great...in a bad way.

After reading a review of the new Dungeon Siege movie, I've decided that I want to see it.

Now, I never played the game much, or really understood any obsessions over it, and the movie based off of it looks just horrible. But, after reading this review, it sounds horrible in a funny, b-movie way.

Just read this, the movie sounds like absolute trash, but trash that you could enjoy if you go in expecting trash. I saw the Dungeons and Dragons movie, and it was bad, really bad. But it actually pretty fun to watch and make fun of. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to pay to see this movie, but I plan on watching it for free someday. Matthew Lillard afterall is awesome.

The review from the metro:

Like Uwe Boll’s previous films, In The Name Of The King: A Dungeon Siege Tale is based on a video game. It has many action sequences, most of which are shot with swirling cameras. It has an eclectic cast, including several real actors who pop up because they were available to shoot in Vancouver for a few days. And, in what’s becoming a Boll signature, its female cast members wear low-cut tops, even when they probably shouldn’t.

The good news is that In The Name Of The King: A Dungeon Siege Tale is probably Boll’s best picture to date. (I haven’t seen the still-unreleased Postal.) That’s still not saying much; most of it is laughably silly, hammily acted and slightly demented, the work of a man who thinks the Lord Of The Rings movies would have been a lot better if they’d had ninjas as well as Orcs.

In the Name Of The King: A Dungeon Siege Tale thus follows a Tolkienesque warrior’s quest in which a humble farmer (Jason Statham) battles the evil, village-burning raiders who have abducted his wife (Claire Forlani) and soon finds himself fighting alongside his king (Burt Reynolds!) for the future of their land.

It’s the villains who provide the movie with its best moments, because they’re played by actors who know precisely what kind of trash they’re stuck inside. Matthew Lillard, channelling John Malkovich, and Ray Liotta, channelling a drunk and coked-up Ray Liotta, have a grand old time chewing whatever scenery and dialogue comes their way.

Where Statham’s scenes plod through their solemn paces, Lillard and Liotta’s bounce with antic, idiot glee — enough to make you wish Boll had decided to feature them as the central characters. Here’s hoping they land a prequel deal.

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