“I’m gonna show you what a bad day looks like, lady”.

Well, Russell – you certainly showed us what a bad film looks like.  I’ve no idea what this film was trying to set up, but it wasn’t any sort of empathy with Crowe’s overweight, overbearing, white entitled ass character – sadistically and relentlessly Terminatoring his way after a single mum and her son. If this film was trying to “teach us something”, then I suspect I live in a world that hasn’t gone far enough in that direction in order to learn the lesson on offer.  👎

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