mreddwilliams

It's funny listening to what a writer and a director decide to include in the movie they're putting together. There are "lines in the sand," much like whether rated R or PG-13. In this movie, saying okay to filthy language is totally arbitrary and, frankly, absolutely unnecessary. So saying yes to F-bombs left and right in NOT a reality check; it's just obscene and disgusting, stupid even, given these "ladies" are portrayed as such. Their filthy mouths provide a stellar example of how far we've come in our decaying and growing disrespect for our moviegoers.

Okay, so the storyline is decent, the police detectives capable and believable, the creep who orchestrates the capture of these - what shall I call them? - ladies?... No, not ladies. I guess I'll go with women, is an effective creep who could rise to the level of total sicko.

So yes, it's an interesting film, intriguing enough to hold your attention and to grow closer to these women as we learn More about each one's personal lives, assuming you can put up with a creep with obvious mental and psychological issues that convince him he's on the verge of a major breakthrough requiring 3 individual women subjected to the sicko's sick plans.

All you'll need to do is watch long enough to figure out his ambitious plans.

Nate Bargatze's comedy, presented on Netflix in a 64-minute format, is so simplistic, so everyday mundane that it comes off as funny because it's so familiar. From walking in front of his aging parents to comparing himself (as a person from the 1900s) to younger people born in the 2000s, Nate manages to offer observations, ask questions, and add commentary that can cause a crowd of 12,000 to laugh and applaud - and not a single naughty word. Clean-cut comedy on the order of Kevin James but with a slower pace and minimal facial expressions.

I can remember when comics like Lewis Black got started, they HAD to remain clean cut because TV required family-oriented comedy: if you couldn't talk without foul language, you didn't get on the air.

Would that we could return to common sense, clean comedy! Would that we could EXPEXT that kind of respect from entertainers!

Well, Nate is your comic if you're sick and tired of the filth that dribbles from the foul Mouths of far too many so-called comics. Indeed, even Lewis Black can't get through a sentence anymore without using f-bombs like they're no big deal. I don't listen or watch comics hardly anymore for the tirade of filth.

Comics should watch Nate and take to heart the English language is fully equipped to facilitate comedy without stinking it up with vulgar words. As we learn in God's Word, "put away all filthy language from your mouth" and work instead to encourage and uplift one another with loving kindness.

Harvey Keitel is his usual great self in this crime/action/thick-with-religious-fervor film about vigilante justice and highly motivated detectives trying tangle in the perps. The problem with this movie, in my humble opinion, is the less-than-coherent script, which falls short in its efforts to utilize underdeveloped characters and poorly directed scenes that do not seem aligned with the primary storyline.

Rotten Tomatoes correctly ascribes only 13% rating to a movie that tries too hard to unscramble some broken eggs. It's mainly the principal female lead working with Keitel. Few things in life are less attractive than a key character smoking a cigarette. It's totally unnecessary, so shame on the director/writer for making this a necessary part. Yuck. Movies need to END this disgusting habit, period.