This movie had been advised to me by a colleague whose judgment (when it comes to movies) I usually 'trust'. While actually watching the movie, my husband and I kept looking at each other, wondering when the movie would pick up the pace and get *good*. It never did. Okay, Megan Fox showed her vulnerable side, her insecurity. She can act. Which may have been pretty admirable regarding the super bad computer-animated wings she had weighing her down, literally. *Very* low-budget, those things. The only time I felt something, was when I imagined what it would feel like to have 2 of those big, fluffy wings flapped around *me* during an intimate get-together. But every time Mickey Rourke's deformed face appeared those feelings subsided. That man can *not* act. He looks like sh*t and acts like it. And it is *very* unbelievable Megan Fox got intimate with *him* (during the movie I mean). No woman looking like that is *that* clueless. The story got predictable and stayed lame. Slow. And when everything you expected to happen had actually happened, there was this goof-ball ending. I'm still not sure what it meant. That's the only thing that sticks with me from this movie. The puzzling end. Which made me want to re-watch the beginning. But then I thought: why waste *more* time on this movie? It's not worth it...
Review of Passion Play
