Starting off like any other movie, just a few attendees/watchers/patrons. Things were okay up until someone walked in with a rustling bag full of evasion and subtracted overheads. Then came the incessant ringing of a mobile over by the other side of the cinema. They let it ring just long enough to let everyone know they were indeed watching a movie on a weekday morning. Leaving on such a nuisance of the modern age in an action movie where some of the guys might get a little transference of adrenalin doesn't smell like a good idea.
The extensive wire work was distracting but not as much as the dialogue used in the chase scenes after the Monk with no name. It was a film that generated a lot of heart stopping, but this could have been due to the absence of food in the stomach. The drenching of the quench later on ripped a pang right through the heart. Maybe it was a tear.
Saturday, 14 June 2003 - 06:12
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