Shopping cart.  I will walk through the heart of an F-5 tornado to put my shopping cart back in the rack.  People who walk off and leave their cart should be given a hysterectomy by a crazed ban of camel jockeys.

Yep.  Can't stand 'em.

Also, anyone that litters on the side of the road should be forced to climb a mountain of used junkie needles.

Killing Boksoon

Korean film that mixed a healthy dose of Kill Bill and a blend of John Wick with a dash of Guy Ritchie's trademark slo-mo flash-forward fighting scenes where the protagonist considers all possible angles and outcomes to determine a plan of attack. 

Boksoon is a killer for hire. The best killer on the market with a 100% success rate.  In this film, murder has been incorporated and has a set of rules. Killers are hired for their skills and their ability to provide a "show."  Some of that was a little murky to me because I didn't understand the show aspect. 

Boksoon, a woman, works for the main murder company in South Korea. She's a single mom with a 17-year old daughter and is at the end of her contract with her murder group MK Enterprises.  Her boss, the boss of all murder companies, has a long-standing crush on her and wants her to remain. She's more inclined to let the contract expire to spend more time with her daughter, who is unaware of what she does for a living.

Her world spins into chaos when, perhaps prompted by her confused/confusing relationship with her own daughter, Boksoon decides to bail on a show for the first time in her life.  She can't make herself do what she's tasked with doing.

Once a contract is accepted, killers are honor bound to follow through. That's the rule. Failure is not an option. There are deadly consequences for breaking the rule, particularly when the sister of the head of MK Enterprises, already has her in her sights due to her bizarre fixation on her brother.

There's a lot of fighting action, most of it with knives.  When the movie slides into the scenes that feature stylized violence and the now well-worn trope of a single person fighting off a horde of attackers, it's not bad. The fact that some of the broad fight scenes incorporate some comedic aspects is welcome.

The lead actress is reasonably convincing as a killer-for-hire worn down mentally by her non-communicative, anger-fueled teenage offspring.

Where it loses direction (and interest) is when it dives into Boksoon's home life where her angst-ridden daughter is struggling with her newly discovered possible lesbian tendencies. It's a completely unnecessary storyline and one that adds absolutely nothing to the film.  I didn't feel any connection to the daughter or her plight. Those scenes could have been cut or trimmed which would have greatly helped the movie's overlong two-plus hour run time. 

I enjoy Korean fare. This not as much as some others, but it's still probably better than most of what Hollywood retches out these days. 

Related to the idiots going slow on highways.....

When you see a cop, do you - SLAM the brakes (like a moron) or let off the gas slightly (if needed)? I do the latter. Although I use Waze and usually get pretty accurate heads up on cops.

Here is my rub with the brake slammers....they are almost ALWAYS going 70-72 anyway.....you are going the speed limit on most major interstates. There is ZERO need to slam your brakes to get down to 54 in a 70. That cop is more than likely looking for people excessively speeding (85 and over).

You think the cop is gonna come give you some good citizen award or some shit for doing that?? It's actually a danger to do it in heavy traffic.

All of this infuriates me.   But worse? 

Two lane is going to narrow to one in a construction zone.  Signs begin warning of the merge two miles out.  Everybody gets over in an orderly fashion, but here comes dipwad flying up in the lane that's about to be closed and then trying to force his way into the line. 

Over the years I've blocked both lanes when I merge in.  I straddle the middle line and am almost willing to sacrifice my truck to prevent them from getting past me. 

Under no circumstances is somebody in the merging lane trying to get over at the point of merge going to get in front of me.  I will literally touch the bumper of the car in front of me so there is no sliver of daylight whatsoever.   You can get behind me, but you are NOT getting in here. No way, no how.

I despise anyone ahead of me who allows these morons into the lane.   

Sure could use an All Star breakfast after I whip that ass

A Moons Over My Hammy would hit the spot after puttin' those lights out.

I prefer to make the appointment and not show up. But I will damn sure put Buzz on my list. I’ve already had about  enough of his shit.

Sure could use an All Star breakfast after I whip that ass