mike, remember serpico got shot in the face.

all he wanted was to get back to manhattan and instead he got shot at, called self-obsessed by his old captain (who was never looking to do him any favors to begin with), and busted his friend. oh, and got a lecture on loyalty from everyone at the 2-7 who apparently started hating his guts the day he got booted to staten island and never called or checked up on him.

and…

it must be such a burden, such a curse, to be the left hand of god.

i truly will never understand why people hate on this movie so much but adore the mummy. with them both being stephen sommers films and being in the same vein, i will be comparing them. now, i grew up watching this. it was one of my grandma's favorites and she's the one who introduced me to it. even back then, when i was arguably…

i have no idea how to even rate this bc that was the single worst movie-going experience i have ever had. for context, i live in a small town, about 10k people, and i go to my local theater fairly regularly, usually on weekdays at 4pm and have been the only person at a showing many times. a few times, there are a handful of other people and we sit far away from each other. when i showed up for…