Movie Review – The Three Musketeers

It’s movie review day here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos. Today we’re seeing The Three Musketeers.

The Verdict: I got home from seeing him a few hours ago. Usually, I rush to my computer to tell all my friends about how my date went. Two hours later and I’m still not sure how to classify it. Was it funny? Um, sometimes. Was there action? Um, sorta, yeah. Was there romance? Yes, and it was cute. Were there great costumes? Yeah, definitely. The great costumes were my favorite part of the movie. There were brilliantly designed and hilarious all at the same time.

Basically this guy took me to a costume ball at the young King of France’s palace. It was something I’d never done, and I was excited to go, but the reality of wearing the huge puffy skirted dress with a corset and that starchy stuff around my neck, wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. My date was a little campy, a little weird, a little boring. He also really needed to cut his hair, but he was pretty skilled with his sword.

But I saw this other guy from across the room. He’s totally evil and such a bad boy. Sure, his facial hair needs some help, and he has on way too many heavy clothes, but I know there has to be yumminess underneath.  I found myself wanting to ditch my date, fly off in his badass war balloon and make him forget about conquering anything but me. HOOKUP.

 

 

Just a reminder of how we rank movies here at Glitter, Bliss, and Perfect Chaos:

One Star = Walk of shame. I was in last night’s dress, carrying my shoes as I rushed off. I can’t believe I wasted my time on him and pray no one I know sees me.

Two Stars = Bad date. He didn’t really do anything wrong, we just didn’t have any chemistry. Maybe he just wasn’t my type. I probably won’t answer if he calls.

Three Stars =Hookup. We had a great night together. Don’t know if it will be more than that, but it was sure fun while it lasted.

Four Stars = Stalking him. What a night! We danced, we kissed. Now if I could just get him to call me.

Five Stars = Happily ever after. I love him! I want to marry him, have his babies, and live happily ever after.