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I take a thousand Remembers over another The Captive.

I guessed the twist the second we got the first full explanation of the premise in-movie. It was basically the only way this story could go and have anything to it beyond Geriatric Death Wish.

This movie really was some grade-A entertaining trash. I was with Mike where I thought the beginning was setting this up as another self-serious Egoyan "dramatic" thriller, but once Plummer gets on the road it matches a nice balance between offensively entertaining garbage and genuinely thrilling suspense.

That's only slightly less ridiculous then Taken, where Neeson's 35-year-old-18-year-old daughter is going on a fucking U2 concert trip throughout Europe in 2008.

Or Trespass, where there's a five-minute scene of Cage explaining what diamonds are while suffering from blood-loss and it sounds like he's on heroin the entire time.

This looks like one of those low-budget gay movies that run the indie circuits every year and I ignore because they're all terrible.

Matt Dillon blew him the fuck away.

Gracepoint.

shhhhhhhhhhh

Under The Dome was downright bad though, the nice thing about Pines was it kept a good balance between knowing camp and genuinely entertaining mystery-thriller drama.

The Wayward Pines pilot really makes your remember how talented a director M Night can be. It's downright gorgeous at times.

Wayward Pines was basically the platonic ideal of a fun summer show. bunch of very talented people goofing off in funny outfits with bizarre performances and a genre plot that's enjoyably weird.

Larry Cohen's early-00's career revival as a thriller scriptwriter was fascinating to watch.

They stole that Sinnerman remix wholesale from the Brosnan Thomas Crown Affair, but they use it so well I can't get mad.

No, Trespass was Bill Paxton and William Sadler.

If David fucking Cronenberg couldn't make Hollywood ennui work with Maps To The Stars then I have zero confidence in Malick being able to do it.

The Cusack Ham-O-Meter is off the charts in this movie, which is a refreshing change from the "half-dead hipster zombie" we've been getting from him the past few years.

It's basically Phone Booth remade by Brian De Palma, I love it. I'm glad it's getting some appreciation here.

You really only see him at the very final confrontation.

It's half an hour too long, but Tatum kills one of the main terrorists by wrapping a grenade belt around his neck and pulling all the pins out before jumping out of the exploding room.