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RED 2

It's Saturday morning and I'm ready for another post! Today we have 'RED 2'. *Cheers and applause*!! I am going to assume you saw the first RED, (If you haven't, you need to make that your priority right now. Watch it several times, in fact.) and I'm going to assume you loved it. Like I did! Just in case you have NO IDEA what I am talking about, 'RED' stands for Retired and Extremely Dangerous. It's a comedy/action movie staring Bruce Willis, John Malkovich, Helen Mirren, and more and more cool people. Now back on topic! 'RED 2'. Trailer first.



I am so excited! John Malkovich's character cracks my up with almost every word! That first clip in the store is gold! "You haven't killed anyone in MONTHS!" So great. Helen Mirren looks to be doing a smashing job, yet again. Mary-Luise Parker is the perfect balance to all the cold killers. And of course, Bruce Willis appears to be fantastic. So they have the whole gang together, for some reason Interpol is after them, and it's time for another adventure! Weirdly, I didn't see anything that worried me in the trailer. I feel like I should be worried, simply because it's a sequel and I shouldn't get my hopes up, but I'm not. One of the greatest things about the first one was that it was just fun! As if for a balm to ease my concerns, they added Sir. Anthony Hopkins and Catherine Zeta-Jones to the cast. How can I be worried when there is a knight in the movie? I can't. I am thoroughly expecting a successful sequel, and I can't wait!

UPDATE: I have since seen this movie and written a review here.

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  1. My only disappointment about this is that they killed off Morgan Freeman in the first movie.

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  2. Haha! This is going to be great! As Helen Mirren's character says in the trailer, "It's important to enjoy life while you still can."

    I'll go see it with you on opening day! Yes! And I'm bringing the pig.

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