Monday, October 13, 2014

The sleeping land

Living is hard in Siberia. Friends may turn into enemies and then there's drugs and clans, and the police ain't too nice either, and they all speak English with a shitty Russian accent. The so called language really got to me, I've seen a few of these foreign (outside Hollywood) movies lately that in hope of a western breakthrough make this desperate language move. I guess this is essentially an Italian movie (directed by Gabriele Salvatores). The hired guns are known figures; John Malkovich (as a clan grandpa) and Peter Stormare (as an ink master). All in all, shittiest thing I've seen all week.

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