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72 hours: to take on the world or to give up the ghost---- you decide

Just finished watching The Next Three Days with Russell Crowe. It was not what I had expected and left to choose on my own, it probably would have been a movie I would have passed on seeing. In fact, I hadn't even heard of it until we were standing around trying to figure out what to watch.

I'm not a die-hard Russell Crowe fan...I've seen him in some really great movies (Beautiful Mind is a favorite)... but, he's never been one of those actors that I HAVE to see in every single one of their movies, even the really bad ones that never should have been released in the first place but because "X" is in it, it doesn't completely suck.

The Next Three Days is worth watching. It is more than an adventure/thriller. It is an emotional roller-coaster that barely gives you a chance to cry, laugh, gasp, stop breathing...the emotions roll into one another so quickly that you're laughing with tears in your eyes and gasping back a cackle.

But, what stuck with me the most was the underlying theme. Without giving away the plot, the movie boils down to truth, innocence, justice---all the best virtues and what it takes for someone to take them back when they've been wrongfully stripped away.

We all know that the justice system is flawed, we all know that everything is flawed, we all know that people are flawed. We know there are innocent people being wrongfully held for crimes they never took part in. And, we know there are criminals walking free because the same system believes they are innocent. I wouldn't say trusting yourself to the justice system is a gamble, but, people/systems do make mistakes.

But, if there were no feasible way to correct that mistake, then what?? If every avenue to "right the wrong" had been exhausted, but, still the innocent suffer, what could be done??? What would you do??? What would you be capable of doing, for someone you love, for yourself???

This movie will crack your ribcage and break your heart more times than you can count in two hours. It almost....ALMOST.... pushes the emotional envelope too far and it has a heck of a soundtrack.

I did manage to come away with some pretty cool life skills---- I mean, who wouldn't want to know how to make a bump key. And, knowing how to break into a car with a tennis ball....priceless!
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