Do not go to National Treasure:Book of Secrets. I repeat, Do not go to National Treasure:Book of Secrets. It's a debacle in the most potent sense of the word. Asinine. Complete inane rubbish through and through. Some will say, well, there was no swearing...which is great so long as you don't mind that there is no plot, no acting, and no script to speak of either.
Allow me to be your cupbearer this time and swallow the poison for you. Visualize me convulsing on the floor as the poison infiltrates my bloodstream and attacks everything living inside my compromised body. Think to yourself, "Self, maybe we shouldn't drink that cup of what appears to be perfectly fit wine. Maybe we should enjoy another cup of fine spirits on this holiday vacation." To that I would say as I breath my last, "At least I have not died in vain." And with a final gasp and a choke of fleeting life, I would smile knowing that I served a purpose. I was the one who ate the fatal mushroom. I was the mate who took one for the team. I was thrown under the bus that others may live.
Gasp...ugghhh...I...I...agghhhh (eery silence)