Death by celluloid

This is so, so bad. I cannot stop snickering at the press release for a new movie called "The Descent." It's about "an all-female caving expedition that goes horribly wrong."

Quoth the press release: "On a daredevil caving holiday, six woman friends are unexpectedly trapped underground when a rock fall blocks their exit. Searching the maze of tunnels for a way out, they find themselves hunted by a race of fearless, hungry predators, once humanoid but now monstrously adapted to live in the dark."

I imagine this will make "Howard the Duck" look like "Citizen Kane."

My friends and I got even more snickers out of making up alternate titles for "The Descent." My favorites:

"Dude, Where's My Luna Bar?"
"Must Love Caves"
"Spelunkadipity"

Mine was by far the worst. The musical theater version: "Sunday in the Dark with Gorge."

Praise (or blame) goes to Ron Evans for the first alternate title, and to Mark Addleman for the other two.