Nicholas Coppola: Spolier of Victor

In the jagged age of youth, the pimpled populace continues to opine their plight while living in the greatest empire in recent history. At least that's what I've seen when I've bothered to look up from a screen (Did you know there's a place on the internet that allows you to feed a fake carrot to a real bunny?) For a fluff film, National Treasure gets talked about. A LOT. I suppose it presented a mythology while educating me on my Nation's history. The film made be proud to be an American, eager to learn new things but this educational utopia was ruined in the film's last moments. Nick Cage and his love interest are standing on his estates. She hands him something under the guise that she made it for him. He looks at it in his, utterly befuddled, asking, "It's a map...What for?"

The female character responds "You'll figure it out." before scampering to her mansion.

The film fades to credits. The past two hours presented ciphers and adventure but am I to believe that Nicolas Cage's character doesn't know where the clitoris is located?

And that's why pornography is more popular than History.