Max Payne equally effective as movie title, description of feeling you get watching it
Turn the volume all the way down, and this trailer looks deceivingly good - or is that just me?
I must admit, I was definitely questioning the Lord’s master plan when I checked my local movie listings last Friday and saw no local theater was screening Max Payne, but there were plenty pimping Billy:The Early Years.
I’m no expert on evangelist Billy Graham’s formative years, but unless the Depression-era tent revival where Graham was called to ministry ended with young Billy beating a crooked pharmaceutical company representative to death with the shattered leg of a pew while sister Catherine laid down a steady stream of covering fire, I wasn’t having it. I wanted to see Max Payne, because despite the trailers’ promise of Mark Walhberg’s wooden acting and the inclusion of Constantine’s cutting floor scraps, I was looking forward to seeing Mila Kunas fire guns in super slow motion, and in climate-inappropiate attire.
Then, I read the reviews.
God works in mysterious ways.
-posted by kristen
