I wouldn’t say I’m a girly-girl. I was a tomboy my entire childhood, despite those three years of modeling in pageants, and I preferred mud pies and a ball glove over Barbies every time. In fact, my grandfather called me Tonka when I was little because I always had a truck with me. I’m not outdoorsy, never been a camper, hiker, or climber of any kind, but I don’t mind getting dirty or working up a sweat.
When it comes to my entertainment preferences, that’s where I lean toward the girly side. Romantic comedies, period pieces, and comedies is where I stay. Give me a little angst, giant ball gowns, or make me laugh and I’m set. Do all three and I’m in heaven. Which means excessive violence is not what I look for in my movies. In fact, I avoid horror movies and the blow ’em up stuff whenever possible only venturing into psychological thrillers on rare occasions.
This knowledge is what makes my movie choice this weekend quite odd. And surprised the friend I invited to go with me. She’s known me since high school and even in the middle of the movie kept saying, “I can’t believe you wanted to see this.” Unlike me, this was EXACTLY the kind of movie she loves.
Anyway, this movie is over-the-top, brains splattering almost from the first moment, and very ooh ra tough guy stuff. Wesley (McAvoy) goes from loser pipsqueak to the perfect assassin, but goes through total hell to get there. And I mean HELL. To say they kicked the shit out of him is an understatement.
And I still liked it. Weird.