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The Assignment

    Hey, everyone. One of the great pleasures of doing a blog is that you can share with others the things you find that are enjoyable. Tonight I watched a really good movie, that rarest of beasts, which is nearing extinction. The name of it is The Assignment.
    Here's the recipe. A U.S. Naval officer bears a striking resemblance to a terrorist called The Jackal. The plan is to train the guy to impersonate the real Jackal to such an extent that the KGB believe phony evidence that suggests that the Jackal has turned against them and accepted a huge amount of money from the CIA. Hopefully, the KGB will kill The Jackal and the world will be a safer place to live.
    Aidan Quinn is excellent as the Naval officer turned spy. Donald Sutherland does a stellar portrayal of the officer's CIA mentor and Ben Kingsley is the Mossad operative. Terrific story, acting, the whole enchilada. I rate it 4 stars out of 5, no, 4.5 stars out of 5. See it if you can.
    I'm CE Wills.
PS: If you like this one, try The Jackal, with Bruce Willis, Richard Gere and Sidney Poitier. It's one of the best movies of all time, in my humble opinion. You may notice the talented Jack Black in a supporting role.

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