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Movie Review: Bangkok Dangerous

    Hey, everyone. It's been a hectic day for me and I didn't manage to squeeze in the X-Men flick. A friend called me and told me about it. She said that it was awesome with eye-popping special effects and a bit more of an emotional feel to the script. She said she cried twice during the show. So action plus character buildup, equals a smash hit? We'll see.
    This evening, late, I did manage to watch a DVD of one of my favorite actors, Nicholas Cage. The movie was Bangkok Dangerous and it's a remake of a 1999 movie. I've seen them both now and Nicholas Cage's version is far better. Here's the recipe.
    Nicholas plays a hit man, a very successful one. Success is a relative term, I suppose. The nature of his work precludes involvement with other people, so he is lonely, unfulfilled and a bit dissatisfied. He goes to Bangkok on an assignment that smacks of retirement. Four hits in the local area for big dinero. The problem is, not only does he fall for a local girl, but he decides to train a local guy in his macabre career path. The girl is charmingly portrayed by Charlie Yeung and the rogue that is in the hit-man training program is Shahkrit Yamnarm.
     The movie has a darkness about it that allows you to feel the menace and lethality of its central character. You feel yourself pulling for the guy to marry the chick and live happily ever after. The film ends with a bang and I'm sure guys will like it. Ladies, not as much.
     Mr. Cage stars in several of the all time great shows. The Rock and Face-Off are in the top ten action movies of all time. Bangkok Dangerous is not in that class but it is a solid 4 stars out of 5.
    From the green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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