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Crush: A Movie Review

     Hey, everyone. Tonight I watched a really good but really freaky movie. The title is Crush. Let me start this review by saying that I never, ever, watch horror movies for the simple reason that I don't like them. This movie seemed sort of like Fatal Attraction, so I thought I'd check it out on Showtime Extreme. Here's the recipe.
    You don't know this is a horror movie until the last 30 minutes. A college guy named Julian has the world by the tail. He is in Australia on a student visa. He will soon be an architect. He is a Karate champion, or about to be. He has a smashing blond girlfriend named Claire. Then fate throws a monkey wrench into the moving equipment of his life by the decision he makes to house-sit for a wealthy family for a few months.
      The home is really an estate, just a lovely place. Harry, the owner, seems like a nice chap. The place has a security system that is fairly nice. No worries, right? Wrong. Before Harry leaves for Paris, he tells Julian that his niece may drop by to swim in the pool. One day, Julian walks out and sees a young woman, Anna, sunbathing. They chat and he is smitten, just a bit. The girl keeps throwing herself at Julian and despite his staunch resolve he falls victim to her charms. The chick becomes a bit obsessive with the lad. She demands that he avow his love for her. She sends his girlfriend, Claire, an email that succeeds in breaking up their relationship. The dude loses his girl, gets his behind kicked in the championship round of the karate tournament, fails his courses and is about to be deported. Bad, right? Nahhhhh...
        This is where things start to get really rough for Julian. This is where the film does a Jekyll/Hyde and goes from a suspense flick to a horror movie. Anna, the girl who has destroyed Julian's life, is really strange. She is played by the very talented Emma Lung, by the way. Claire is played by Brooke Harmon and Julian is portrayed by Christopher Egan.
     This movie is well done. Well acted, well written, well directed. It is rated 'R', for really strange. Ha. ha. Check it out, if you dare. It was scary for an old zombie killer like me, even. Good night.
P.S. Are all the women in Australia good-looking?  

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