Jonah Hex erupted into theatres with the lowest expectations, both critically and commercially, a movie could have without actually bringing Uwe Boll into the project. So far it’s exceeded expectations, and not in a good way. But because art is all about perception, Filmdrunk suggests that audiences may be viewing Jonah Hex through a set of preconceptions that do the film an injustice. Jonah Hex isn’t a godawful action movie: no, it’s a brilliant comedy, with a madcap plot, ridiculous sight-gags, and scintillating dialog:

Expository dialog gets a bad rap — dialog that provides backstory and moves the story along isn’t bad in and of itself, but in Jonah Hex, it’s terrible. Awesomely terrible. Probably ninety percent of the film is expository dialog, with the characters going off on some soliloquy that’s all but meaningless to the plot anyway. I would tell you to make a drinking game out of it and drink every time there was hilariously expository dialog, but you might die.

Okay, it sounds sorta fun. Still, ten bucks for 72 minutes of actual movie–even cheese-a-liciously awful movie–is enough to set my brain clicking like a taxi meter. Maybe I’ll see it when it comes out on DVD. And the DVD shows up on the “buy two, get one free” rack at my local used DVD outlet. But no scratches–at 72 minutes, just one skip and you’ll miss half the craptasticness.