Like banging my head on a wall

I wish one of two things would happen: Either Mel Gibson stops making movies or I stop watching them. The only saving grace is that I don't pay at the box office, I pay for the cable, and then I see his movie and hate myself in the morning (usually it doesn't take that long).

This time it was Apocalypto, which has to be one of the dumbest running, jumping, falling down movies ever made. On this side, we have the good Mayans, who make babies and jokes and in the other corner, the bad guys who kidnap people and sell them into slavery. Our hero, Jaguar Paw escapes the slave market and is pursued back to his own forest for the next 40 minutes by the bad guys. Naturally, he prevails, I mean, he IS, the good guy. Early in the movie, Jaguar Paw lowers his heavily pregnant wife and toddler son to a hole or a dry well, or some other inconvenient location. Once their life line is cut, and it is, they are helpless to escape. See, this is a very deep hole, which, of course, immediately fills when it begins to rain. Mrs. Jaguar Paw could have treaded water until she floated to the top, or used outcroppings to stand around and wait to float to the top, but she chooses to nearly drown, and then, balancing on a rock, with her son on her shoulders, she gives birth--I kid you not--and all three survive when pop shows up just in time to haul them out.

Jaguar Paw has kill three of his five pursuers and races out of the forest to the sea he is saved by the timely arrival of the Spanish. The bad guys have pursued him all day and all night without stopping but they are so dumb struck by the big ships that they all forget about Jaguar Paw. And that's how the movie ends, well, Jaguar Paw saves his family and they go deeper into the forest for "a new life."

Oh, yeah and the whole thing is done in Mayan. This film is neither interesting or educational. But who is the lunatic in this asylum: he who makes the crap or she who watches it?