"I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you."
I dare you to not want to see this movie.
Every year my parents give Sarah and I a free night out at the movies coupon and usually we have to wait much longer to actually use it, but this year an interesting movie came along called Taken. Man, was I not disappointed.
Liam Neeson plays Bryan Mills, a government spook who retired and moved to California in an attempt to build a relationship with his estranged daughter Kim (Maggie Grace). In a textbook demonstration of paternal compromise, he allows her to head to Paris with her friend Amanda (Kate Cassidy). As you might imagine, two dough-eyed teenaged girls alone in a foreign country find themselves in the middle of some shit which eventually leads to Liam Neeson dropping the quote I used in this summary then doing almost exactly what he says, the only difference being he finds a lot of other people. They need killing too.
Basically, Mills tear asses across La Ville-Lumière racking up a body count I haven't seen one man responsible for since Stacey Keach played Mike Hammer. He comes toe-to-toe with a wide cross-section of eastern European scumbags and proves that no matter how hard core they are, nothing compares to good old fashioned American know-how. Eventually, he runs out of people to kill and manages to recover his daughter.
Granted, there's not much of a plot to this movie, but it doesn't really need one. The story's not big enough to trigger the bullshit alert usually inspired by one-against-many, nor is it small enough you think they only got Liam because Jean-Claud Van Damme was busy. Shit blows up, people die and I couldn't think of a better way to spend an hour and a half on a snowy Saturday night.