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Blown Away: A Movie Review

   

Hey, everyone. I recently watched a movie on satellite that you might like. It stars Jeff Bridges as Jimmy Dove, a cop who has fled to America from Ireland. He was involved in 'the troubles' there, back in the day, but started a new life. Unfortunately, his former mentor, Ryan Garrity, played wonderfully by Tommy Lee Jones, is a master bomb maker and he seeks revenge on the cop. Interestingly enough, Jeff Bridges' character works on the bomb squad of a major American city.
     An interesting side note is that Jeff Bridges real life dad, Lloyd Bridges, stars in the movie also. (Loved him in Sea Hunt) The entire movie is action packed, well acted and well directed. I'd rate it as 4.5 stars out of 5.
    Forest Whitaker stars as Anthony Franklin, a rookie cop. Suzy Amis is Jeff's love interest, whom he marries during the show. Unfortunately, the mad bomber chooses to target the new bride and her child. It  is a very compelling story and tension filled. The bomber is so innovative in his 'craft' that everything that people touch you wonder if it's been rigged.
     For instance, Forrest Whittaker's character goes home and plans to listen to some music on his headphones. When he slips them over his ears he hears a click. He is wired for eternity. If he takes his head to a tilted level, he's dead. If he takes the headphones off, he's dead. He has to slide the phone off the hook with his toe, then hit a speed dial button to get help. Does he survive? You'll have to watch the movie to find out, I guess.
    I forgot to mention a side plot. Jimmy Dove is a fugitive from justice with an assumed name. Because of crimes committed in the distant past, he must stop the bomber without giving away his own identity.
     Well, I have many things to do, so I'll say goodbye for the moment, from the author's green retreat. I'm CE Wills.
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