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Movie Review: Taken 2

    Hey, everyone. Carley and I loafed around today and had a good time. We ate mass quantities of food, which, as you may know, is the favorite vice of the elderly. We also went to see the latest Liam Neeson flick, called Taken 2.
    As you are no doubt aware, this is the sequel to the action thriller named Taken. In that movie Liam Neeson stars as Bryan Mills, a retired CIA man with a particular set of skills. His daughter is kidnapped in Paris by a ring of white slavers. He tracks down her kidnappers and places them in the cold embrace of death. In this second installment, the father of one of the guys whom he killed, seeks revenge.
    Bryan goes to Istanbul on a security job. He is joined there by ex-wife Lenore (Famke Janssen) and daughter Kim. (Maggie Grace) They anticipate a pleasant vacation. They don't get it. What they get is grim reality.  Murad Krasniqi (played byRade Serbedzija) plans to kidnap, torture and kill all three of them. Against an operative of Bryan's caliber, Murad and his pards do a remarkable thing. They succeed in abducting both Bryan and Lenore. The fly in the ointment for the tortured father is the fact that Bryan's daughter, Kim, remains free.
    Bryan brilliantly uses his daughter to try and stymie the bad guys. Can Kim save her mom and dad? Will she, herself, be sold into slavery? If Bryan gets loose, will he depopulate half of Istanbul? See the answers to these questions and more, this very weekend, as you take your date to see this very cool movie.
     Don't listen to the critics. You'll like this one. I rate it as 4.5 stars out of 5 and Carley rates it 4 stars out of 5. The theater was crowded and there was not a peep out of anyone. The ribs I ate, well, they were 5 star, no doubt. By the way, this lady, Maggie Grace, is one heck of an actress. I've never seen anyone play a scared person better than she does. She grabs your heart and shakes it. She is an Oscar caliber performer, in my opinion.
    Hey, lay down the I-Pad, get out and do something this weekend. Bye!
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
       
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