Dragon Wars: D-War (2007)

Now, I have to say I didn't have very high expectations for this movie. At best I figured on a dull, half-serious attempt at a flick featuring dragons destroying Los Angeles. What it winds up being is one of the best comedies I've seen in a long while. Which is great and all, except it bills itself as action-fantasy. Oh yes, the cheese is runny here, that's for sure. Epic cheese. Uwe Boll-shaped piles of smelly Limburger cheese. At least the effects are pretty good. Actually they're surprisingly good for such an awful and obscure movie, and the action scenes in the last half hour are strangely alluring. But it doesn't excuse the rampant lapses in logic exhibited by the screenwriters. How does evil-dragon always know where hero-chick is? Why doesn't anyone seem all that surprised to see a dragon (and his offspring, and his armies) stalk the city? And who the hell tells someone, in a collapsing building, “don't take the stairs, take the elevator. It's safer!”? More importantly, who would listen? I don't know what kind of super-grass the cast and crew must have been passing around but I'd wager nobody came out of it till well after their careers were dead. Fact is, there's enough unintentional hilarity going on here to wind up with a contact high.

1 out of 10.