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Day of the Falcon

Hello movie loving people! As you may remember, some time ago I showed you the trailer for the movie 'Day of the Falcon' and had various things to say about it. Well, I have now watched the movie! Let's get started shall we!

'Day of the Falcon' is a movie about two warring tribes in the middle east who, after a brief spell of peace, begin to war again over the discovery of oil on some disputed land. I found this movie to be incredibly interesting. Most people don't think about where their oil comes from or what the extraction of said oil may do to the local population. Honestly, it makes you feel a little ashamed to go fill up your car. Antonio Banderas does a great job throughout the movie. Gold star Banderas!  Banderas is the leader of the tribe that wants to westernize while the other tribe is traditional. I don't want to give away the major plot twists so I am going to stop myself now.

The movie itself is well done. All the costumes, sets, and locations are beautiful. I don't know about the accuracy. It doesn't say 'based on a true story' anywhere so it could all be fiction. That being said we all know that things like this have happened to some degree or another so, take it with a grain of salt. I can say that it is a well written story that keeps you invested all throughout the movie.

I would like to throw out a little warning though. There is a scene of brief sexuality that even though it isn't explicit it is more than I will let through into a recommendation without noting.

All in all this was a very interesting gripping movie that will leave you thinking. It is worth watching for sure! I hope you enjoy it! See ya next time.

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  1. The movie was a thrilling surprise. Never lost my attention. Just like this accurate review. ;) Love the picture of Antonia. He did a smashing job!

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  2. I like your blog. It informs and also makes me happy.

    Thank you!

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