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I have frequent movie nights with my galpal Mariah. Tag for that is #just regular boy stuff.
Well, if I may say two positive things about this movie: I'm glad there are at least two horror movies about the Paris Catacombs because that shit is terrifying. And the second thing is that even though Victoria was dressing for a rave, she still was smart enough to wear a sturdy combat boot with her dress.
That's all.
Doesn't quite live up to the kickass pulpy poster. Well except the tits. Don't worry people, there are tits in spades.
Wait, I might be melting this movie together with Rabid. This has been a tit-heavy weekend. Heaving bosums everywhere.
When this movie was in theaters I thought I was soooooo cool for being like, "Yeah I didn't see it. I saw Van Helsing instead."
Back then I was a fool trying to pit two masterpieces against each other.
Me: "Wait, Carface is in heaven? Wasn't he evil in the first movie?"
My friend: "It's in the title of the movie."