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Movie Review: Faster

    Hey, everyone. My wife and I ventured out today and made the trek to civilization. We had lunch and a movie. The movie was Faster with Dwayne Johnson( The Rock) in the starring role. Dwayne plays a guy who gets out of prison and is intent on revenge for the killing of his brother. When he starts killing people, one of the culprits hires a hit man to take him out. I don't know his name but the young guy who plays the hit man does an outstanding job.
    Billy Bob Thornton also does a good job as a crooked cop on the edge of retirement, and frankly, on the edge in general. The movie is top notch and is well-acted and well-directed. I think that Dwayne Johnson has been the victim of some bad scripts in the past as he honed his acting talents. He does an exceptional job in this movie and I rate it three and a half stars out of four. True, it is more of a guy movie than a lot of the ladies would like but my wife rates it three stars out of four for the ladies.
    I don't know who wrote this bad boy but they did a good job. Think Cormac McCarthy's No Country For Old Men. The guy who wrote this writes like me. It's action and no wasted motion. If that's your formula for a flick, this is it.
    It was really good to get out for a while today. Today around noon when we left home, it was 35 degrees, overcast and drizzling rain. I was about to go hermatile. To the folks who don't talk hillbilly, that means I was about to freak out and needed to get out a while. That being said, I'm glad to return to the Author's Green Retreat. I'm CE Wills.

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