The Not-Very-Timely Movie Review – Taken

Holy crap!  Last night I saw the best movie of 2008.  At least, it’s the best movie of 2008 if you base a movie’s greatness on how many dirtbags die from being punched in the throat.  Jesus Christ, I think I could watch this movie every day for the rest of my life.

Bryan Mills (Liam Neeson) is a former spy, who retired in order to get closer to his daughter, Self-Centered Teenage Girl #1, who lives with his ex-wife.  His ex-wife, Lenore (Famke Janssen), is a Godzilla bitch who’s more interested in being her daughter’s best friend than she is in being her mother, and she totally needs a sock put in her mouth for the rest of her life because, oh my God, every time she opens it you start to sympathize with Robert Blake.  Lenore is now married to Sensitive Beard Guy, who’s impossibly rich and overcompensates for something by throwing money around.

Bryan takes a one-night security gig, protecting a Britney Spears clone before and after her concert.  After the show, some complete fucktard attacks her with a knife and Bryan takes him out with less effort than it probably takes him to wipe his ass in the morning and you’re all conflicted and shit because she’s a Britney Spears clone and so you kind of wanted her to die but at the same time you want her to live so the fucking media doesn’t turn her into another goddamn Martyr like they did with the pedophile.

The next day Self-Centered Girl #1 shows up with Godzilla, asking for Bryan’s permission to go to Europe with Self-Centered Teenage Girl #2.  He doesn’t like the idea because he used to be a spy and knows exactly how fucked up the world is and so Self-Centered Teenage Girl #1 goes running off into the distance crying while Godzilla shoots hate daggers at him out of her eyes and tells him he’s too strict and he’s going to lose her and all that other Dr. Phil shit and just as you start looking around for a sock, the scene ends.  Bryan winds up consenting but he makes Self-Centered Teenage Girl #1 promise to call him when she lands in France and to call him every night.

So Self-Centered Teenage Girl #1 and Self-Centered Teenage Girl #2 get to France and are immediately kidnapped by Albanians, but this all happens while Self-Centered Teenage Girl #1 is talking on the phone with Bryan and he tells the Albanian cocksucker who picks up her phone that he’s going to find him and kill him if he doesn’t let her go right now.  The cocksucker says good luck and smashes the phone.

This is when the movie gets awesome.

Maybe half an hour later, Bryan is over at Godzilla’s house demanding that Sensitive Beard Guy get him a jet to fly to France on right now.  As he’s going through Self-Centered Teenage Girl #1’s room, he gets a call from a friend who still has access to government databases and he tells Bryan that the Albanians are Albanian, what town they come from, and the name of their leader, and you have a raging boner at this point but at the same time you’re also kind of sad because you know nothing works this well in real life.  It doesn’t matter though because Bryan’s about to start throat-punching bastards right and left and you know already that this movie is going to rock your balls right off like an old-school Blasters song only, you know, maybe a little less energetic.

So Bryan gets to France and starts throat-punching bastards left and right and you can’t believe how satisfying it is to watch people who traffic in young girls getting killed.  When one of his leads goes stale, he comes up with something else and every time he encounters a new group of Albanian cock smokers he just brutally wastes them like the useless little Turd Goblins they are and it’s fucking glorious.  Then he deals with an old friend who’s now a corrupt, Parisian cop.  I’m not going to talk about this scene because I’m afraid that if I do, I’ll cum in my pants and I’m writing this at work, but I will say this:  Bryan is a fucking asshole.  Seriously, we already knew he was a bad ass, but holy shit balls, he is a mean-spirited, cold-hearted prick.  But it’s all in the pursuit of finding his kidnapped daughter so you really don’t care, even though you’re making a mental note to never be friends with anyone who used to be a spy.

After that, things get bloodier and everything culminates with one of the most satisfying fictional murders ever filmed and you’re just screaming, “Take me, Liam Neeson, I’m yours!”  Okay, I’m honestly not sure if that last part was me or my wife, it’s possible I was just thinking it.  Seriously, my friends and I used to joke around and say shit like, “Celebrity X is so cool, if I were a girl, I’d fuck him,” and I really don’t want to address the obvious sexual confusion that must have been going on at the time, but I will say that even without the surgery, Liam Neeson could probably talk me into fucking him.

The only bummer about this whole movie was learning that I’d just seen the pussy American version and that there’s a director’s cut / European version available that shows the Turd Goblins dying even more violently and THIS IS SOMETHING I MUST HAVE.

Some of the morons on the IMDb boards whine about the movie not being very realistic.  Jesus Christ, I want to sell those fucking idiots to Albanian Slave Traders.  This movie has about as much to do with reality as fucking Spider-Man.  In fact, it really is just a hyper-violent super hero movie without all the spandex and fetish gear.  And it rocks your fucking balls off.

And I’m spent.

About

Tim Hatch lives in a secret volcano headquarters somewhere in the South Pacific, where he controls the world economy and writes confessional poetry about his disappointing childhood.

His poetry has been published in MungBeing, East Jasmine Review, The Pacific Review, The Vehicle, Touch: The Journal Of Healing, Apeiron Review, and he is the recipient of the 2014 Felix Valdez Award.

He finds writing about himself in the third person to be an overtly seductive invitation to tell lies.

He once captured a French Eagle at Talavera.

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