I am chagrined to report--but honesty compels me--that at the 1:40 mark of National Treasure: Book of Secrets I turned to my wife and said, "You know what would make this the best movie ever?"
And I mean this sincerely...
If they had gotten to the bottom of the balancing stone table and found and Alien and a Predator battling it out.
No, really, I'm serious.
Think about it.
Why the heck Hollywood doesn't hire me to fix its scripts is inexplicable.
Alas, there were no aliens nor predators, wasting a perfectly good set up and leaving the film with some serious continuity and plausibility problems.