Kills Me Dead

Knocked Up, vampire-style.

I hate everything this movie chooses to be.

I guess it wouldn’t be a Harry Potter film if no one mentioned Lily’s eyes four thousand times.

I clearly like vikings way more than I like comic books.

Infatuated tweens and Bill Compton are probably the only people who can enjoy the mucky melodrama in this one.

Even by the unreasonably low expectations I had for this film, it still managed to be incomprehensibly terrible.

For a film you know in advance will be the weaker of the two installments, it’s not that bad.

In a Venn diagram where the intersection is “Scott Pilgrim is awesome”, this film and I are separate, non-overlapping circles.

A little less conversation, a little more action, please.

I think I would have been better off watching “Jason and the Argonauts”.

Sometimes snarky, usually indignant