Transporting psychopaths is hard work.

Those who tend to gravitate mindlessly towards tightly woven action thrillers should heed these important words: Immediately remove that copy of Wild Hogs from your sad, lethargic digital video disc player and have your nocturnal grandmother special order a copy of Florent Emilio Siri's stylish French shooter The Nest before sundown. The film -- which unfolds like a scientific combination of McTiernan's Die Hard and Carpenter's Assault on Presinct 13 -- packs a surprising emotional punch, the kind which may provoke light shuddering sobs from overly sensitive viewers. Siri has an amazing knack for crisp, sparkling visuals, a fact which is most evident during the picture's numerous blood-soaked shootouts. His decision to keep the endless army of invading soldiers anonymous is a wise one, providing these heavily-armed assassins with an almost ghoulish presence on-screen. Movie-goers meticulously groomed on big-budget Hollywood firecrackers, on the other hand, may scoff at the director's steady pacing, his desire to humanize our collection of pretty anti-heroes. Obviously, chest-thumping thick necks with short attention spans need not apply.

Recipe For Success: One Intelligent Script + Snappy Visuals + A Creepy Old Pervert In A Cage

Robbery For Dummies: Avoiding violent shoot-outs is probably a very good, very healthy idea.

After all, hot lead in your best friend's gut is always depressing.
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