Underworld Evolution is notable for having one of the most detailed sex scenes I've ever seen in a piece of mainstream "cinema." There is not much else to report other than (a) Kate Beckinsdale is still hot, (b) Scott Speedman is still hot and (c) the plot makes even less sense than the first Underworld movie. It's not really worth having a drinking game about, either, because there was no questionable dialogue grammar and nobody at any point threw open a set of double doors while walking dramatically into the room. The overwhelming leitmotif of the movie was beheading. There was a sequence where Kate Beckinsdale in her PVC ultrasuit lets Scott Speedman suckle blood from her exposed wrist which probably produced a unanimous geekgasm from the bloodplay fetishist circles, but there was very little that was otherwise notable.
Meanwhile, I'm nearly finished with Jasper Fforde's The Eyre Affair, a book about literary detective Thursday Next, which includes the capture and hostage-taking of Jane Eyre. It started out a bit twee, but it improved on the whole; I like the alternative history angle, and the story takes place in a world where Wales is its own Republic and the Crimean War is still going on. The book still suffers from being too precious with its many puns but I like Thursday as a character. Not sure if I'll bother reading the next one, though, which promises to be more of the same.