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Movie Review: Unknown

    Hey, everyone. We went to the theater today and saw the movie with Liam Neeson called Unknown. Mr. Neeson stars as Dr. Martin Harris, a biotech geek who arrives in Berlin to speak at a seminar. His wife, Elizabeth, is played by January Jones. When Neeson's character is involved in a wreck he finds himself disowned by his lovely wife who has a new Martin Harris accompanying her. Wow, is four days of wifely loyalty too much to expect?
     The cab driver who saves him is his only friend. This cabbie is called Gina, an illegal immigrant from Bosnia. She is played by Diane Kruger. When everyone who chats with Neeson winds up dead, it appears there is some nefarious undercurrent to Dr. Harris's wife and his former life. An elderly private eye who was a Stasi secret policemen in old East Berlin is intrigued by the whole mystery and is too cunning for the opposition. This guy is ably portrayed by Bruno Ganz.
    This film is 4 stars out of five. I'd rate it as excellent. It's fast-paced, well directed, well-acted. Liam Neeson is one of the best actors on the planet. This is a suspense story with an interesting twist or two along the way. You'll like it.
    By the way, if you haven't seen Liam Neeson's previous movie called Taken, in which his daughter is kidnapped by white slavers, rent it immediately if possible. It is terrific, better even than Unknown.
    One more note. I noticed a drop in the number of people out today, everywhere I went. Wonder why? Well, there was a $.30 change from Thursday morning to Thursday night in gas prices. It would be just as honest to rob a liquor store as what the oil companies are doing as we speak. Just like before, people will quit buying clothes, going to eat, going to the movies and everything else. Mortgage payments won't be paid, foreclosures happen. The gas prices are the catalyst for another world-wide recession. As long as we allow lobbyists to unduly influence lawmakers we will be economically held captive by big oil. Sorry for the down thoughts but it hurts to watch this happen again. Blame  unrest in the Arab world or an oil spill or anything you want but when the chickens come home to roost, who had record profits last time? Big oil. Their media propaganda machine points to every thing but where it should point. Big oil.
    I bid you goodnight. CE Wills
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