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Movie Review: Hard Rain

    Hey, everyone. Carley and I sat around tonight and watched movies on satellite. If you are going to rent a movie tonight try Hard Rain with Morgan Freeman and Christian Slater. It is part disaster epic and part murder story.
    Christian Slater plays Tom, a security guard who works in an armored car. He and his partner have a large load of cash that they are transporting out of an area which is flooding very badly. In fact, the local dam is about to fail. Ed Asner, who plays Tom's partner, has notified his old buddy, played by Freeman (called Jim in the story), of the shipment. Freeman's gang is supposed to rob the truck. During the robbery, Tom's partner is killed. Tom takes the money and swims, yes, swims, to a graveyard. He hides the sacks of cash in a tomb.
    Freeman's gang pursues Tom through the flooded, wrecked town. Although he escapes them,Tom is locked in the jail by the Sheriff, until the story of the robbery can be checked out. He almost drowns in a locked cell, but a young woman saves him. Unfortunately the young couple are not out of the woods yet. Even the Sheriff and his deputy are overcome with greed and lust. The Sheriff, played by Randy Quaid, has just been replaced in the recent election and is looking for some retirement income.
     This movie has a great story, good acting and excellent special effects. It even has Betty White, starring as a truly crabby old lady. Minnie Driver stars as the leading lady, simply called Karen in the show. I would easily rate this show as 4 stars out of 5. I might call it 4.5 stars. Check it out, if you wish.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
P.S. After all that rain and flooding, I thought I'd like a beach picture.
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