...I just felt the most fucking fantastic I have felt since the beginning of the (calendar) year. Driving home from the Rockies' awesome victory, windows down on the highway, radio blaring, in my best friend's brother's truck with her, her brother, and her sister. There are no words to describe that drive.
It was fun... it didn't do much to forward the plot though and brought up a few question marks. It was a typical action movie pattern: blow things up, move, blow things up, move, rinse and repeat.
You can only go so far sometimes. When you shoot them in the arm and they still get up it's cool. When you shoot them in the head and they get up it's terrifying. When you blow chunks off their head off and they start to get up, so you riddle them with bullets until your clip is completely empty, and then they still get up, you begin to look at them funny.
Guess which fascinating experience I got to view?
EDIT: I suppose they should have dumped said character into a vat of molten metal. That was the only thing that worked with the last character in cinema that could do that.