Theft of illuminated manuscripts... a movie after my own heart.
Trains. God bless European train scenes.
Adrian Brody, Mark Ruffalo, and Rachel Weitz.... juggling chainsaws. Seriously.
A tiny, spunky, Asian explosives expert with no dialogue, great wardrobe, and a purse full of hacksaws, blowtorches, and whatnot.
More quotable dialogue than any other movie in the last ten years.
Demolition of European cars.
Demolition of European landmarks.
Booze-obsessed camels.
Exploding barbie dolls.
An ending that will make you cry.
Um... can we go back to the exploding barbie dolls?
Let me emphasize that there is not just one exploding barbie doll in this movie. Blowing up barbie dolls is this movie's hobby.
It's like... Rachel's still eating her lunch? She sprained her wrist juggling chainsaws? While we wait, who's for exploding some more barbie dolls? It's true that we already have exploding barbie dolls, but I don't think anyone will mind.
And they're right! I don't mind! Hot dog, were they ever right!
And did I mention Rachel Weitz? Rachel Weitz juggling chainsaws? Good God, I love this movie.
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