Worst of all, is that I knew it was going to be soul-destroyingly bad after about twenty seconds.
After the cringeworthy initial dialogue, I realized what I had let myself in for but carried on watching anyway. Everyone in it was so bloody awful, it was surreal - and none of it made much sense.
Even the presence of Eva Mendes and Scarlett Johansson couldn't detract from the nightmare. And when the film finally finished, I still had six hours of the flight left.
A tip of the hat by the way to the all but forgotten Dck Tracy, which is a close second to the Spirit for me for being so similar - wooden, zero depth, self-indulgent and so poorly directed you didn't care what happened. A vanity project for Beatty and Madonna.