There is a very fine line between a bad movie and an offensively bad one. Batman Forever could be considered a bad movie. Batman & Robin was an offensively bad movie. Stealth falls into the latter category.
What’s sad is that I haven’t the time or inclination to point out all the things that royally pissed me off. What’s even more a shame is that the dead-nifty flying sequences and swanky CGI didn’t make up for the utter suckitude of a story that had such immense potential for asking some very interesting questions but settled instead for a short monologue by the character least likely to think deeply.
Pretty goddamned poor.
And next in my series of potentially or really horrible films that piddle all over my deepest convictions or shite all over my childhood: Dukes of Hazzard. Man, I can’t wait.