Directed by Joe Carnahan (The A-Team, Smokin’ Aces)
This mantage of a movie has everything you need in a thriller:
Mothafuckin WOLVES, EVERYWHERE
More Liam Neeson
Da fuck is this?: Neeson’s a hired gun to protect Alaskan oil workers from wolves at the plant. Bunch of them get on a plane, crashes. They’re all fucked. Except then they realize they got Qui-Gon Jinn with them. They have to rely on his Irish swag and survival skills to get their arses out of a freezing hell while being chased by actual man-eating hounds.
Who’s in this bitch?: Besides the big man shown above; Frank Grillo (Warrior, Minority Report), Dermont Mulroney (About Schmidt, Zodiac), Dallas Roberts (3:10 to Yuma), Joe Anderson (Across the Universe), Nonso Anozie (Conan the Barbarian), James Badge Dale (The Departed), and Ben Bray (Limitless)
Why it’s awesome: Sometimes it’s the little things that just make something so goddamn beautiful. For instance, almost every transition is a cut between two landscape shots (either trees, snow, snow on trees), and the last shot is either very loud from the wind sound effects or dead silent and the first shot of the next scene is the same way. At first you don’t notice it, which is a good basic filmmaking trick right off, but just watching that immense switch through various intense scenes just keeps bringing you back in.
Favorite Scene: After losing all of the men in his group, (oh my god spoiler, didn’t see that one coming, shut the hell up), with the last one being the religious one, Neeson finally breaks down and tries to contact the almighty who he’s never really had a thing for. He starts yelling at the sky, really praying for a sign. And HERP A DERP DERP, nothing fucking happens. So he shrugs and says “Fuck it, I’ll do it myself”. BOOM BITCH
So glad they didn’t add the religious subplot, truly grateful.
Favorite Line: (A poem) Once more into the fray/Into the last great fight I’ll ever know/Live and die on this day/Live and die on this day.