So let me get this straight...many years ago, a bunch of weaver/monk dudes found some magic threads which told them who needs to die, so they evolved into bullet curving badasses.
I can believe in curving bullets, but I can't believe one guy strapped 10,000 exploding watches to a bunch of wild, filthy rats. Did he have a Mexican sweatshop in his bedroom?
I'll admit the scene where he kicks all that ass at the end was pretty cool.
Also, Angelina needs to fucking eat something. I almost threw up looking at that skinny little twig body.
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