And your mileage may vary; Reihan Salam, for example, deemed it “one of the best movies I’ve ever seen, and certainly the best I’ve seen in a long while.” He goes on (accurately enough) about the acting talent, but it seems to me the acting here runs the limited range between (a) terrified and (b) incredibly pissed off, with one small foray into (c) brave but doomed.
For my part, I, like Sands, enjoyed the first installment a good bit more, although the first ten minutes of the sequel had me convinced it was going to be a grand morality tale about trying to live with the consequences of cowardice in extreme circumstances. Ten beautiful, chaotic minutes, those were. Alas, it didn’t pan out and it seems as if the bigger budget edged the story away from the characters and towards the pyrotechnics, but, all in all, not a bad film.
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?