The Fifth Element

“Big ba-da boom!”

Things frequently explode in an adrenaline-fueled eyeball-blaster of a sci-fi film, a movie I irrationally love.

Lay back on the couch, and catch a wave of pure bliss watching Milla Jovovich, God’s gift to cinema, save the universe from pure Evil, doing so with a flurry of fisticuffs while wearing a giant stretchy bandaid.

The biggest star to give me an autographed photo, her 40-film career has included blockbusters (Zoolander, Resident Evil) and unsung gems (Stone, A Perfect Getaway).

But nothing matches this giddy celebration to beautiful excess.

The Fifth Element, like its star, is freakin’ sublime.

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