Monday, Oct. 16, 2000 - 12:10 am
Damn! Three Kings is a fine film. There's just no two ways about it.
If you are also blessed with HBO, you might have caught it tonight. If not, go watch it. It's okay, I'll wait . . .
. . . I'm not going to spoil anything, but you really should see it.
Anyway, it stands on its own as a film, but there's just no way to describe it without sounding like an idiot.
"You take television actor who's got a haircut named after him, a rapper/actor, a white rapper who used to model underwear, and a guy who makes videos, but it's really good, I promise."
I know it sounds ridiculous, but there are some scenes that come close to greatness. When I say greatness, I mean Francis Ford Coppola or Stanley Kubrick greatness. For example, for 5 minutes you have four naive American soldiers running around in a desert full of tear gas, land mines, terrified refugees, and 23 million in gold bullion in Louis Vuitton duffels. It's chaos. Then out of the dust and poison clouds are serene figures in long robes and gas masks. They seem to come out from no where and quietly take the children and gold to safety. I wish I had thought of that.
I'm sorry, I usually don't preach like this, but it had to be said. Y'all have a good night.
