I'm not nominating this for worst film, but I thought The Matrix sailed pretty close to the wind.
Ninety-odd minutes very, very nearly ruined by Trinity's "Neo, I love you, but we only have fourteen hours to save the Earth!" schtick.
But Gladiator. Jesus, what a pile of offal. Syrup...
(Afternoon all.)
Shit happens. We move on. They players will carry on regardless. They resurrected Passenger Taylor's career; if the worst happens, they'll do it again for some other very lucky manager.
The thing that gets me is Madeski's prolonged whinging. Thought then that this might...