Backfired, but here's a pretend review anyway.

On to try yet again! I'm pretty sure the next one will be a success, and I think it's reasonable to assume it will not involve eyeballs or erotic dancing, so it'll probably be a nice change of pace.

Oh, lord. If you've been waiting for me to review something bad again, wait no longer. I need to go huff some Brannagh or something until I feel better about film as an industry.

I knew the road would be rough when I took this turnpike to Self-Published Junction, but man, I could have used more mental suspension.

Reviewing has occurred, and it's surprisingly awesome. If there's one thing I love, it's being surprised by awesome.

I'm not sure the next thing on my list is going to surprise me with awesome, but I bet it'll find some way to surprise me, so I'll take it.

It's not quite review time, but since this keeps turning up in all my feeds, I figured you fine people couldn't help but enjoy a look-see if you haven't seen it yet.

Exciting, right? It's a fun effort, though I want to shake him until his pretty white teeth rattle out every time he feels the need to "rock up" the Phantom, and I'm not a big fan of his weird tempo shifts in the final lair scene. But hey, I can't sing in two different registers, so a toast to him.

Back to the horrors of ancient Persia!