I watched Quicksilver for the first time this weekend. I had known of its existence for a long time, but never saw it before. I knew it had something to do with bikes. So when it came up on On Demand, I ordered it up. What can I say... in the immortal words of The Critic, "It Stinks!"
How bad was it?
Bad enough that when the scene occurs where Kevin Bacon is in his apartment fixing the cute messenger girl's bike/flirting and his girlfriend comes home, I had to exit out of On Demand and check out the History Channel, which was airing a show on the development of cement, or something like that.
It was so bad, that I was embarassed for Kevin Bacon. Never mind the inconsistencies of it. Hey, nice fixie...er, where'd that derailer come from? Where are the brakes on that thing? Ooops, guess it's fixed again, since you're spinning the handlebars around. Never mind all that. It's just the worst non-acting mugging I've ever seen.
It was so bad... well, I've never walked out on a completely inoffensive movie before, ever. It was that bad. Ever smelled rotten onions before? Y'know how it took days for the stink to clear out of your nostrils? Yeah, that's how I feel about that freakin' movie. It was that bad.