There is litte or no hope for America. The greatest cinematic disappointment of 2009, James Cameron's shockingly lame
Avatar, remained dominant at the box office over Guy Ritchie's vision of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's super sleuth,
Sherlock Holmes. This makes the werewolf in exile's black heart sink a little lower. Not since George Lucas live birthed a third term abortion with his heinous
Star Wars prequels, has a cinematic release been such a bloody joke and universal let down. Not that
Sherlock Holmes is a fine specimen of cinema worthy of high accolades. It isn't. However, the consumer knows that he will get a two-hour action packed thrill ride, that, at its core, is mildly entertaining, even by the staid and tired formulas that big Hollywood has become slavishly devoted too. Trust me,
Avatar is such a
"charlie foxtrot" of a film, that it no longer takes beer goggles to make
The Phantom Menace watchable.
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