Somebody better doooooo something.

Russell Crowe straight up loves talking on the phone with special operators. Eubank has such a deep bag (Next of Kin), that he makes pure drone porn super engaging. There's two Hemsworths in this, and Russell Crowe probably got to keep his golf glove, but I have to say: Milo Ventimiglia thinks he's in a Richard Brooks movie and he made me want to enlist.
Unique movie. Didn't like it for pretty unique reasons? However: 3/4 packed AMC theater on a Saturday night in the middle of an atmospheric river? Complete with a few straight-up walk-outs and a collective "what the fuck" laugh after the end title card? Movies are fucking back.