
Undercover agent Spencer Aimes (Ashton Kutcher) falls in love with a recently out-of-a-relationship Jen Kornfeldt (Katherine Heigl) who’s holidaying in Nice with her parents. Three years on, and to the blissful unawareness of Jen about her husband’s past, it takes a sudden attempt on Spencer’s life by what seemed to be a neighbor, to bring home the truth – Sepncer’s old organization wants him out. And dovetailing into this script is the family life of Spencer and Jen – with a baby on the way and a trust-no-one policy in respect of what they thought to be neighbors being potential Killers, the couple has an amusing whirlwind time and finally find peace with family – well, almost. An unusually good comedy that actually holds together quite nicely, and definitely recommended among the recent movies in its genre

Smokin’ Aces 2 – Assassins Ball is PJ Pesce’s (PJ who?) attempt at Tarantino. While PJ does not pull that one off (phew!), he does manage to put together a rockin’ good movie. Walter Weed (Tom Berenger) is a nondescript paper pusher in the FBI and the latter discover a bounty on his head – with a sell-by date. Led by the intrepid Agent Baker (Clayne Clawford), will the duo manage to keep out a set of remarkable assassins – The Tremor family, Tommy Flanagan (Lazlo Soot) and Martha Higareda (Ariella) among others? Be prepared for over-the-top stylized action sequences through this one... and what makes the movie somewhat above the mundane genre replicator, is the genuine effort to showcase the gradual unraveling of a background – why is there a bounty on the head of a desk clerk? More to it than meets the eye







13/20

13/20

We watched this movie in a movie hall. Two guys next to us slept through most of it, and left when they were done with their nap. At the end of Legion, the verdict all across that this was about as much nonsense that an audience can take, was almost unanimous. Now to the movie. God has tired of the human race, and would like to end it by turning the human race into a set of ravenous zombies that in turn turn other people into zombies, and so on. No way, says Angel Michael – humans are still full of the milk of (human) goodness – and launches a crusade in hick-town motel Paradise Lost against pestilence, repeated waves of zombie attacks, tests of human weakness, and manages to protect the birth of a baby who will ostensibly redeem mankind. With all the ingredients of a movie that is a thinly veiled attempt to milk sequels, this B-Grader has “flop” written over it in bold. This one will vanish without a trace. The underlying theme though, executed by a worthy cast and scriptwriter, could have had some justice served
