House of Flying Daggers

Okay I'm not much for this type of film, but have been won over in the past by Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. That and the fact that it was playing at the Cinerama here in Seattle made it seem like a can't miss. Everyone who had seen it said it was beautiful.

And that's what it was beautiful. Two flipping hours of beautiful. Beautiful woman, beautiful dance, beautiful bamboo, beautiful snow.

What nobody mentioned was that it was boring. Boring, Boring, Boring! If only a dagger had flown out of the screen and severed the heads of the two jerks who decided to sit in the handicap seats (they appeared to have no handicaps other than judgment) blocking the view to the subtitles for the first three rows of the second tear seating (also known as the sweet spot at this particular theater). Only then might the story have been anything other than predictable, irritating and altogether annoying.