Meanwhile, There Are Two Other Movies...

.... coming out that I'd choose to swallow my own tongue

before sitting/suffering through a minute of them:

And I honestly can't tell you which I'd find more painful.

Oh sure, Holmes has Jude Law with that sexy mustache and wearing lots of tweed (tweed fetish alert!), but any good that brings is eradicated one million times over by a smirking Robert Downey Jr. and his funky-cougar haircut. I hate hate hate everything about RDJ right now. There aren't many popular actors right now that I am finding quite so completely insufferable. I've liked him here and there over the years but have never gotten the praise that's been heaped upon his decades of exactly-the-same, playing-himself performances. And the success he's gotten post-Iron Man, a film I found mediocre at best and completely overrated in the end... well it's driven me a bit off the deep-end with my dislike of him, I'm afraid.

I've never been a Guy Ritchie fan and as much as I love her in Mean Girls and even The Notebook I am kinda indifferent to Rachel McAdams. (Don't give me that side-eye.) I mean I find her pleasant when I'm watching her but she's not exactly pulling me towards anything. Especially something with such a black-hole of hatred at its center.

As for the Squeakuel (ugh that godforsaken word)... well at least it has Anna Faris voicing a Chipette. And looking thru the cast-list, there's Amy Poehler and Wendie Malick too. That's really the only stuff I can say in its favor - the trailer is the visual and aural equivalent of homeless foot. But there's nothing in it that makes me as angry as Robert Downey Jr. does these days, so that's something. An only-detectable-thru-a-microscope something... but something.
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