“We put the bullets back in.”

It snowed today, really only a couple of inches before it turned to ice and rain, and between shoveling and scraping and salting, between taking the dog out in the yard and walking to the deli for lunch and helping to fix a garage door that suddenly and surprisingly broke, the day didn’t turn out exactly like I’d planned. But it was a pleasant enough day, even after the snowy weather turned cold and nasty.

This evening, I watched Underworld. I saw the trailer for the fourth movie when I went to see Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, and it looked interesting. Of course, I’d made that mistake before with the Evil Dead sequel and, to a lesser extent, Doomsday (which escapes ridicule just by being so unrelentingly ridiculous). Underworld wasn’t great, by any stretch, but it had its moments and a pretty decent, scenery-chewing (and -clawing and -rending and -fanging) cast. It’s got Bill Nighy in full glam goth rock badass mode, and I quite liked this little exchange between the two ostensible leads:

“Lycans are allergic to silver. We have to get the bullets out quickly, or they end up dying on us during questioning.”
“What happens to them afterward?”
“We put the bullets back in.”

Then again, it’s also full of characters who disappear from the action entirely, whose motivations are never clear, and who say things like, “Mark my words.” And I was never really sure what city it was supposed to be taking place in. Supposedly it was filmed in Budapest, but it feels very much like a corner of The Matrix where all that weird vampire and ghost stuff from Reloaded was going on.

Still, entertaining enough, I suppose.