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Red Dawn

A few minutes ago I found the 'Red Dawn' trailer and realised that it comes out tomorrow. My first thought was that it is incredibly appropriate right now, after the election, with everyone talking and thinking in a more extreme way than usual. I have overheard people around town and at the supermarket talking about this sort of situation and variables there of. Also, it will be released the day before Thanksgiving. The day when we think on the very beginning of our time here on this continent and give thanks. I guess I just think that the timing is gold for this sort of movie. Here is the trailer before I type any more.





It might be cheesy but my first though was, "So, Thor is American now?". All kidding aside I am hoping with all my strength that this is well done and good! The premise reminds me of the Daniel Craig movie 'Defiance'. Two brothers, father killed, trying to start a guerrilla warfare defense for the forest. Honestly, I am thinking we might have a solid action adventure flick on our hands, and those don't come around every day. I'm not sure though. The casting is throwing me a little, they all seem so new. I suppose Bruce Willis and Mel Gibson were new when they became my favorite heroes ever so I'm going to give these new pups a shot. Hopefully they won't disappoint!

UPDATE: I have since seen 'Red Dawn' and wrote a review.
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