Although the title may lead the average moviegoer to believe that Eragon is one of that slew of mistyped Dragon movies we remember fondly from childhood - Sragon (1994), Fragon (1989), and the classic Dragpk (1979) - it is in fact in a class by itself, sort of like a retarded kid in a small school.
Much like the Superman movie itself, this review has had a long and convoluted journey to completion. Finally, after a year of backbreaking labor and false starts, it has made its long-anticipated arrival.
Dearest Tedward,
By the time this letter finds you, I will be long gone. Please don’t be surprised when you find a few minor things missing. I needed them, you see, and I didn’t think you would mind much. I’ve taken very little really. In the grand scheme of things, what’s a car? What’s a house? What’s a firstborn child? Or a right arm? Or a kidney? In the end, you’ve still got what’s important, like your sense of self-esteem, and life can go on as it always has. (Although I’d suggest you drive automatics from now on.)