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Movie Review: Safe

    Hey, everyone. Tonight I watched a good action movie on the telly. It was titled Safe, which seemed a bit of a misnomer. Wasn't anyone safe in this show. Here's the recipe.
    Jason Statham, one of my favorite actors, stars as Luke Wright. Luke has had a rough time of it. He had been on a special task force in New York City, working to rid the city of organized crime. He had been borrowed from some shadowy government agency which had trained him to be very adept at killing people. He would terminate criminals of note, rather than bring them to trial.
      Some crooked cops had him removed from the force and Luke's life is a wreck. To make a living he works on a City garbage truck and fights in cage fights for some extra money. When he refuses to take a dive in a match, the Russian mob takes a huge loss. Angry, they kill Luke's wife and he is contemplating suicide by subway (Not the sandwich) when he sees a girl in distress.
    The little lady is Chinese and she is probably 10 years old. What's her problem? Well, she has a brilliant mind , especially for math and numbers. She instantly memorizes any numbers she sees. For this reason, the Chinese mob has kidnapped her so that they don't have to keep books or computer records for any of a multitude of illegal activities. The youngster, Mei, wonderfully played by Catherine Chan, is being pursued by various groups because she knows too much. In fact, once Luke rescues her the first time, they are being chased by the Russian mob, the Chinese mob and crooked cops. So, between the two of them, they have enemies to spare.
     That's okay. Luke is a dangerous fellow. He plans on robbing a safe that is hidden in a mob nightclub. The safe has a reputed $30,000,000 in it and guess who remembers the combination?
     This movie is a terrific action flick and Mei's troubles are compelling. She is a little cutie and she and Luke are worthy of all our concerns. Good stuff. Carley calls it 4.5 stars out of 5, as do I.
     I'm CE Wills.
    
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