I don’t think it’s on quite the same “spectacularly bad” level as Australia, but Angels and Demons is, as expected, pretty much the shits.
The only reason I went was because a) I haven’t been to the movies in three months and b) Melissa wanted to go. So, pourquoi pas? It was fun to have a girly date, and we laughed at the absurdity the whole way through. Plus, the snacks, wine and conversation afterwards on rue Montorgueil made it more than worth it.