I watched this film on my last night in London, absolutely wretched that I could not pay attention to anything else in the hostel common area. Terrible as it is, it brings a joy to the simple manipulation of convention. It reminds us that hack story telling is often great story telling. The values that underlie this film at first seem offensive, but in the end it maybe has nothing at all to do with law or society or gender, and only to do with the love of action filmmaking, period. Mysterious!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
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