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What is wrong with you, Paul W.S. Anderson? Why must you violate our childhood memories of watching the Oliver Reed/Michael York/Christopher Lee/Richard Chamberlain/Raquel Welch version? Why?
I'll guarantee you that this compilation of exploding bridges is better than the entire Musketeers movie.
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Dumas must be rolling in his grave. I'm going to take the money I'll save by not seeing this s--te & buy the book so I can reread it. Thanks for the heads up.
Posted by: hng23 | June 29, 2011 at 11:43 AM