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Mile 22 is about a 22 mile long running street battle somewhere in Southeast Asia between two rival intelligence outfits.
That should be the end of this review, but what would be the fun in that?
The first five minutes of the movie are pretty good.
After that, Mark Wahlberg is given some of the stupidest dialog to spew, and it goes on and on and on. Forever.
The leader of the American intelligence unit is John Malkovitch.
I like the. way John. Malkovitch talks.
It likes riding in a car with someone who is learning how to use power brakes for the first time. Zoom...urk! Zoom...urk!
I won't get into the events which lead to the street battle.
Like all movies of this type, the Americans are a tiny group vastly outgunned and outnumbered, while the bad guys have an infinite supply of black-helmeted goons and a Big Boss who is invulnerable until the end.
However, the Americans have a huge tactical advantage in that they have not one, but two chicks on their team.
But let's face it, Lauren Cohan is hot and we are all more than willing to suspend disbelief when she is onscreen.
For some reason, even though all the bad guys are carrying eight million rounds of ammo and 49 pounds of explosives, the fighting devolves into sexy martial arts fighting between one bare chested hero (not Cohan, unfortunately) and thirty-three bad guys.
Usually in this genre, the heroes have a generous stock of witty repartee and comebacks, but not in this case.
That should be the end of this review, but what would be the fun in that?
The first five minutes of the movie are pretty good.
After that, Mark Wahlberg is given some of the stupidest dialog to spew, and it goes on and on and on. Forever.
The leader of the American intelligence unit is John Malkovitch.
I like the. way John. Malkovitch talks.
It likes riding in a car with someone who is learning how to use power brakes for the first time. Zoom...urk! Zoom...urk!
I won't get into the events which lead to the street battle.
Like all movies of this type, the Americans are a tiny group vastly outgunned and outnumbered, while the bad guys have an infinite supply of black-helmeted goons and a Big Boss who is invulnerable until the end.
However, the Americans have a huge tactical advantage in that they have not one, but two chicks on their team.
But let's face it, Lauren Cohan is hot and we are all more than willing to suspend disbelief when she is onscreen.
For some reason, even though all the bad guys are carrying eight million rounds of ammo and 49 pounds of explosives, the fighting devolves into sexy martial arts fighting between one bare chested hero (not Cohan, unfortunately) and thirty-three bad guys.
Usually in this genre, the heroes have a generous stock of witty repartee and comebacks, but not in this case.
