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Edge of Tomorrow: Movie Review

    
Hey, everyone. We went to see the movie called Edge of Tomorrow this er... afternoon. Let me give you a few thoughts on the subject.
     Normally, I don't care for the "Groundhog's Day" type of shows which feature people having to relive something over and over again. Frankly, that part of the movie which I saw today wasn't my favorite thing either. Other than that, I really liked the film. The special effects were awesome and the two lead actors were exceptional. I liked the story. Goodness knows that there are precious few sci-fi stories that are very good.
     Tom Cruise stars as William Cage, a Major in the military. Bill is not really a fighting man. In fact, he is responsible for manipulating the public perception of military activities. I think they call that a "P.R. Man". It is in such a capacity that he comes to the European theater of the desperate war against an invading species of alien life that might be unflattering called bugs. (They are referred to as Mimics.) Mimics would seem an odd name, but I suppose they mimic earth bugs. True, they are larger, more evil, but I guess the name is apropos.
     The giant bugs are incredibly successful against mankind's armies, primarily for the simple reason that they cheat. Yes, they have a unique ability to turn back time and replay every battle that goes against them. Any time one of their bug soldiers is killed on the battle field, the mother bug just starts over. (There are several areas of my life where I would have loved to have a similar do-over, a mulligan.)The humans don't realize the battle is being replayed and can't understand why their creepy, crawly foes seem to have foreknowledge of when and where the humans will attack.
      Things start to go downhill for the bugs when two humans are splattered with bug guts and assimilate the ability to replay battles. This pair of humans are Sgt. Rita Vrataski, played by Emily Blunt, and the aforementioned Maj. Private William Cage, played by Tom Cruise. William lost his Oak Leaf clusters when he ran afoul of the crusty General in charge of the overall war effort. So, instead of filming the invasion of allied forces on the beach, Cage is a soldier in a mechanized suit. This suit has great strength and firepower, which makes me want one for my very own. At least I can play the free video game (pictured above) and operate a similar suit.
     Anyway, William dies again and again, learning when to dodge and when to run etc. He finds a helpful, kindred spirit in Vrataski, who has become known as the "Angel of Verdun" for her exploits in a previous battle, coincidentally at a place called Verdun. Ha, ha. She became a heroine for the simple reason that she learned to cheat as well as the bugs. Any good poker player knows that this is the best way to deal with a cheat. You cheat better.
     I liked the movie and would call it a four star out of five. If I liked the live, die, repeat scenario, I would have called it five stars. Some people would really like that part of the show. Any way you look at it, this show was different, action packed and a big-budget sci-fi extravaganza. As such, I will spend my dinero on it, and similar efforts, for the foreseeable future. Good day.
   I'm CE Wills, the Mimic killer of bug-ville, the angel of green  retreato etc.
P.S. If you are a writer, needing a good actress to star as a fighting woman in a film adaptation of your book, look no farther than Emily Blunt. She seems very natural in the role.

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