05.18.03
Having finally seen Reign of Fire, I have to say that I am strangely disappointed at the lack of sweaty, shirtless Christian Bale in this movie.
Matthew McConaughey seems to spend the majority of the movie in without a top on, or at least with a vest gaping open so that we can fully enjoy the wonder that is his grubby, well-developed upperbody physique, but the only partially undressed peek we get of Mr. Bale is when he is leaning over the sink, dousing his wounds with iodine.
I can't truly ogle someone with any sort of appreciative measure while he is attending to his wounds. If the hot chick in the movie were to be swabbing his torso down with betadine, that'd be different. There'd be some sort of sexy chemistry to lock in on.
In Aliens, Corporal Hicks stopped being hot the moment he was sprayed with acid and summarily swaddled in gauze by the lovely Ripley. As a female example, Valentine's scantily-clad Denise Richards ceased being sexy the moment she was locked in the hottub and gored with a large powerdrill by the evil killer.
However, I have to admit that the rules do not necessarily apply if Christian Bale is covered in someone else's gore, or wielding large power tools as weapons. See American Psycho as a reference. Naked, bloody Christian Bale running down a hallway wearing only shoes and a chainsaw is something that I can ogle, even if moderately repulsed.
But, I digress. The movie was okay, the effects were good, but the plot felt a litle anticlimactic for me.
It sure was no Dragonslayer, even if the principal actors were a lot hotter than Peter MacNicol.
What's in your head?