I first read Beowulf in high school, and I read it again in this past semester for my British Literature class. It’s a great story, and if you’ve never read it, I highly recommend it. I’m partial to the Seamus Heaney translation, with the Middle English with it. It’s some good stuff, it is.

Needless to say, I was pretty excited when I heard that Beowulf was being made into a movie, so I jumped on the chance to go see it with Kristen on Thanksgiving night. We caught the 10:40PM show, and settled into the nearly empty theater for the ride.

The movie started, and after about 5 minutes, they had successfully skipped over about 200 lines of the poem, and to be altruistic about it, I’m guessing they were trying the tried-and-true en media res. Well, because of that, later on in the movie, they decided to stop portraying the poem and started portraying whatever story Robert Zemeckis wanted to.

I wanted to leave after about a half hour, but after paying $14.00 (FOURTEEN!!), I wasn’t about to walk out without seeing that thing through to the bitter end. Now, I’m really too easy on movies most of the time, but this train wreck isn’t safe from anything.

After 7 minutes of Austin Powers-esque convenient placement of people and objects to cover the gratuitous nakedness of an animated Ray Winstone as Beowulf, and a series of Jason and the Argonauts -esque monster moments, I just had to laugh.

If you care anything about what I think about it, don’t go see it. If you don’t, or if you’re just that into wasting your money, then go for it. I mean, masochists are people too, I guess.