My notes on Seventh Son:
1. The movie opened with Jeff Bridges playing a drunk Gandalf talking with his mouth full and giving a whole new meaning to scenery-chewing. I hope the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences voters never have the time to see this terrible performance.
2. Speaking of the Oscars, I was just happy to see that this won’t be shown in the US until February. Julianne Moore’s work here wasn’t the stuff of a future Oscar winner. This was way below Norbit levels.
3. I want that instant rejuvenation spell. I wonder if it’s on Belo Medical’s list of services.
4. Twenty minutes into the movie and I still had no idea what was happening. There was mention of a spook, something about a blood moon, and the seventh son of the seventh son, but all I cared about was the charred body of Jon Snow.
5. Those blood cakes combined the best of both worlds: it was simply puto made of dinuguan. Yum!!
6. Oh, so Gandalf was also Mr. Miyagi with a Medieval Irish accent.
7. A character was given an ogre scrotum for his enjoyment. Now I understand why they walk really funny.
8. Apparently, there would be a literal spark (and blue for that matter) when two people were destined to be together. We kept seeing the literal spark but the bland young actors actually didn’t have any. I wished for Lorna Tolentino to suddenly enter the scene in full racist Chinese eye make-up and scream, “Ano kayo Meralco? Kelangan may spark?”
9. I laughed so hard during the final scene when our hero flipped his hood, the music swelled, the screen faded to black, and it hinted at a possible sequel.
10. For whatever it’s worth, at least it was no Season of the Witch.
(Originally published January 10, 2015.)