Queen of the Damned surely is queen of the damned.

I was having a great evening. Chatting it up with Damon, getting drunk then walking around the neighborhood to shop for CD's, snacks, aftershave, and have random conversations with women in walgreens who may or may not have been flirting with us. We were pleasantly drunk and ready for seeing Aaliyah in a so-bad-it's-good movie. Instead we got a so-bad-it's-horrible one instead. We were cranky and tired when it ended. I actually slept through the last ten minutes so I don't know exactly what happened but you know what? I don't care. I don't usually hate that many movies to the point that I regret giving my two hours up. Even if a movie makes me angry I might still be glad I saw it. But this was ridiculous. Poor Lena Olin.

Maybe seeing it in the theater made it a tiny bit redeemable because everything was larger than life but run, run, run away from this movie in the rental store. I'm looking forward to rating this "one star" at Netflix after mailing it back.

And now I sleep. Hopefully better than the dead in that movie.