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Besides the sound, there’s no other aspect by which the underworld activities of the pissed-off wire-fu dentist could stand out, and I can’t fathom how, within such a short time frame, there can be several minutes of completely dead passages. Jonathan Liebesman is an amateur.

Canadian-style on the ferry, fast and easy. She holds the stick for him, he hooks it back, the referee is about to penalize for too many players on the ice, and the team staff behave as if they’ve come from a completely different league. This time, Marie Poledňáková didn’t give taste a cross-check to the face, but for the illegal obstruction of entertainment, she should be sent to the penalty box. Subjectively, by the end, I felt like it was already the 4th overtime. Semi-naked, sweaty hockey players in the gym, their body contact during muddy pseudo-rugby, naked guys jumping into the lake... Was Zdeněk Troška the assistant director?

The two words (three in English). Men want to know it, women want to hear it. Coke is snorted from a glass-encased Van Gogh, which, like the characters’ discussions about existence and God, is merely mimicry attempting authenticity. Jason Statham, who perhaps realized after this that he looks best with a parting across his entire head, used his nimble tongue to ensure that resentment and self-pity are ultimately overcome by outlining a relationship problem of another level. Ice never moves on its own, just as further cooling does not come without reason. Jessica Biel is a bad actress, but so was her character here, so it kind of evens out.