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ways than just that. I might be turning into my dad for complaining about this, but whenever the screenwriters aren't sure how to write dialogue, they always default to a wild overuse of profanity. For example: can't make Wesley's fat boss annoying enough? Just make her swear more than Ian McShane in Deadwood. Admittedly, letting Morgan Freeman drop a couple of F-bombs turns out to be a terrific idea thanks to his delivery, but in general you feel like you're watching a movie written by a bunch of ADD kids who just learned dirty words from their friends.
And, as you'd expect, the movie has a lot of plausibility problems. No, I'm not about to point out that curving a bullet is impossible -- if the movie wants to create a world where you can do neat stuff like that, hey, that's a cool idea. But follow your own rules: Wesley can curve a bullet through a window into a man's chest while standing on top of a moving train, but no one in the Fraternity can hit a guy who drives through their front gate in a truck? No, in that case, everybody just fires blindly. There are way too many discrepancies like that.
If I was twelve, I would think this movie was flat-out awesome. And hey, I enjoyed it, at times immensely. There's no denying that it's entertaining all the way through, and it has a ton of cool moments and great effects. In the theater I saw it in, people broke into applause a bunch of times -- but they also burst out laughing a bunch of times, and not at the parts that were supposed to be funny.
There's a fine line between enjoying the ridiculousness of the whole enterprise and rolling your eyes at it, and throughout the movie I did both. It's fun, but just be warned that it's sillier than The Love Guru.
Movie Grade: B
Synopsis:
A young man (McAvoy) finds out his long lost father is an assassin. And when his father is murdered, the son is recruited into his father's old organization and trained by a man named Sloan (Freeman) to follow in his dad's footsteps.
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