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    What's up? Checking out the blogs before heading to mom's for the big Thanksgiving meal? Sure, I can dig it. Preparing yourself, mentally, to get kissed by great Aunt Louise, the one who has a tiny piece of turkey stuck in her mustache?
    Maybe you should think about going to see Jason Statham's latest flick tomorrow. Don't listen to the critics, this is a terrific movie. Carley really liked it too. I went over on IMDB, the definitive movie site, and saw that critics lampooned it and normal people liked it. For my part, I thought it was wonderfully acted by everyone involved, which means great direction. Here's the menu.
    Statham plays Phil Broker, a former DEA undercover agent who had a bad experience in the deep south. He was undercover at a biker bar which was a front for a drug operation. When the bust went South, no pun intended, the son of the boss-biker was killed. So, the head of the Outcast clan puts a bounty on Broker's head.
    Phil and his daughter retire to small town America, down in the bayou. Pretty place. Interesting residents in the area, though. Like Gator, played by James Franco. Gator is a hard case who wants to take his relatively humble meth operation to the next level.
     Gator is the guy to watch out for in the area. His sister, Cassie,played wonderfully by Kate Bosworth, has an altercation with Phil over a schoolyard bullying incident between their children. When Gator gets involved, he finds out Phil is in hiding and decides to sell the former agent's whereabouts to his enemies. By doing so, he hopes to become a heavy hitter in the bayou drug business.
     Winona Ryder plays Sheryl, Gator's reluctant helper in his schemes. She, like the rest of the cast, does a nice job. Izabela Vidovic stars as Maddy Broker, Phil's daughter, who needs a spanking so she will obey her dad better. Ha, ha. (Sorry, slipped into parent mode for a moment.) She is an excellent young actress, by the way.
    We went to the latest show, last night, which started at ten o'clock. The cinema, as a whole, was packed. I guess the majority of the young crowd was at the Hunger Games show. It let out right after our movie and we were almost stampeded by happy young people, which is like watching a bunch of puppies frolic. I envied them their youth and exuberance, if not their future in this strange, new world.
     In Homefront, there was a smallish crowd and I had to wonder if the critics had economically abused another good show, similar to what they have done for The Lone Ranger. All I can do about it is to say that I give Homefront two thumbs up, from my perspective, here at the author's green retreat.
   I'm CE Wills.
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