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White Woman Speak With Forked Tongue

    Hey, everyone. My grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee Indian. So, I consider myself an Indian, to a degree. the Indians used to say that the white man spoke with forked tongue, I.E. they lied. (Something about a barrel of whiskey and a bunch of land.)This was an allusion to their devious ways, like unto the snake. Well, today I saw a white woman who had a forked tongue and who also shed her skin like a snake.
     I saw her at the theater and she was french-kissing Hugh Jackman, alias The Wolverine. Her name was Viper. She was a tall, blonde woman; pretty darn hot for a sort-of snake. She, in the show, works for a Japanese business dude called Yashida. She is a Doctor with an agenda and she is helping keep the old man alive. Yashida is the richest guy in Japan, a veteran of World War 2 and an acquaintance of Logan/Wolverine. Logan saved his life when the U.S. dropped the big one on Nakasaki, back in the day.
     Since the old timer is dying, he sends for Logan, ostensibly to say goodbye. Logan has to leave a bear-related bar fight to go to Japan and he isn't too happy. He is less happy after Yashida's hot granddaughter, Mariko, snubs him and the maids scrub his white butt with a biggggg brush, in the bath. There were a few nervous titters from the young women in attendance at this point. I did not titter, nor was I nervous.
    Yashida's desire is to fix Logan's crazy body so that he will no longer heal, so that he can at last have the 'peace of death'. Logan turns him down, but Viper runs her incredible tongue down Logan's gullet and puts some sort of bug down there that takes away Logan's healing power. I nervously tittered at this point. "Wow," you say," bummer." Well, yeah. You would be correct.
     Meanwhile, the older Yashida has ceded control of his empire to Mariko, rather than his son. Is this guy thrilled that his own daughter is now CEO? Nah, not so much. The daughter is kidnapped and things really get frantic.
    I was very pleasantly surprised how terrific this show was. I love Hugh Jackman when he starts to ooze all that testosterone and starts to run those claws out like a cat that is P.O.'d. Hey, that sort of thing is great for a Japanese setting. I mean, the Japanese love all that shiny steel/ adamantium.
     The acting was very good, the story was wonderfully written, there was a nice combo of action, romance and character building. There was also a couple of major league surprises. Don't listen to critics. It's Saturday night. Grab that good-looking girl friend and go see it.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
P.S. Svetlana Khodchenkova stars as the tonsil-loving Viper, Tao Okamoto as Mariko and Rila Fukishima as the cute little pixie who becomes Logan's self-appointed body guard.

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