National Treasure reminds us all that there’s treasure everywhere!
No it doesn’t, and no there isn’t. In my whole life I know one kid who found treasure. Someone had stuck a bunch of coins in the wall at his house. It was like $1,300, and he blew it on a junker car. Plus, it was probably money from an old slave auction or some such shit, which is blood money, not fun treasure like in an old king’s house.
National Treasure puts American history back into people’s minds.
I say let’s ease up on the history, huh? What about the shit that’s happening now? There is more history happening today than there ever was in all of times when people had guns where you had to jam the bullet in the front. What a bunch of dum-dums. And enough with the Ben Franklins and the Thomas Jeffersons. They all just sat around drinking wine and owning slaves (both at ping-pong and in the People as Property sense). Do you really think if George Washington was alive today he would give a fuck about you? He probably only crossed that river because he was in his late teens, and at that point in history that meant that he was in lots of arthritis pain and just wanted to die.
National Treasure is the new Indiana Jones!
There’s already a new Indiana Jones. And it sucks. So in that sense, you are correct.
National Treasure features a guy from the Hangover!
That actually is kind of sweet. Which one? The handsome, cool one? The wacky one? The one who is actually most funny but overshadowed by a wolf t-shirt? Oh, the shittiest one who I couldn’t wait for them to ditch? Awesome.