I saw Jumper, and a kid jumper's life based upon always escaping from
jumper capturers would be very frustrating, especially if as in the movie
the jumper hero used his jumper power to jump into and rob a bank vault,
thereafter living off the stolen loot to the dismay of his lead-along girlfriend.
A movie the wife and I saw last evening was more practical
than the time-and-space-warped impossible fantasy of Jumper.
I personally like Al Pacino, and he did a pretty entertaining job
in 88. The movie involved a continuous-countdown death threat
against criminal-forensics professor Pacino who finally discovered
and saw the FBI-agent-assisted demise of the female-mastermind
student and defense attorney perpetrating it all with the help of
serial-killer Larry Hagman directing her from his death-row imprisonment.
Pacino's acceptance of his office secretary's homogay lesbianism
was noxious, but the brief glimpse of his full-length-view nude-woman
sleepover was momentarily captivating. Always remember, shitass
homosexual portrayals never even make good porn.
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