Yetis Will Solve Everything

Took Cammens to see "The Mummy 3" yesterday. As a movie functioning on its own, I've seen worse. As part of the franchise, it sucked major balls. The other Mummy movies are so good!! This was an embarrassment. It was like the script writers sat down and had conversations very much along these lines:

"Hey, let's make the mummy have cool superpowers that can do absolutely everything. How can we justify that??"
"Um ... let's just include one line of dialogue somewhere that randomly mentions that he learnt magic from weird priests when he was alive."
"Great idea!!"

...

"Uh oh, we've locked our main characters into a situation where the possibility of them realistically escaping is zero. How should we get them out of it??"
"Um ... let's make some yetis come and save them!!"
"You're full of amazing ideas."

...

"Jonathan was really funny in the first two movies. Let's give him more funny things to say."
"Good idea. Wait, he doesn't really know that much about mummies, his dialogue wouldn't really propel the script that much."
"That's okay. Let's just give him 50 or so one-liners that he speaks to himself and no other characters hear."

...

"This plane scene isn't funny enough. How should we overcome it??"
"Hmmm, let's stick an extremely fake-looking yak in the plane. That's HILARIOUS!!"

...

"Let's have the two young 20-somethings fall in love. Is that plausible??"
"Sure. We'll just have everyone give them loaded looks as though their chemistry isn't non-existant, and then they can have a conversation about how much they love one another after having been in each other's company for half an hour. It'll be great, don't even worry about it."

Um, yeah. So bad.

And I found out (the hard way) that all the drugs I was taking for the sickness were sedatives. Joy.

And ... um ... just have to focus on watching "Neighbours" right now.