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Movie Review: The Revenant

I loved this film, but it's not for everyone. Here's a quiz to see if The Revenant is for you:

1.) Do you love Westerns -- you know....cowboys (or in this case trappers), Indians, guns, revenge, etc.?

2.) Do you love brutally realistic Westerns, packed with violence, blood, muck, and absolutely zero romance or artistic liberties added?

3.) Do you like watching a cast of almost entirely men shoot guns, kill animals, ride horses, and basically beat the crap out of each other in every conceivable way for three hours?

4.) Do you want to see Leonardo DiCaprio get mauled, stabbed, frozen shot at, starved, chased, shot at (again), beaten the crap out of -- and a bunch of other things I don't have time to name -- for three hours while he wears a bearskin?

5.) Do you feel like you have to see certain movies solely because everyone will be talking about them and you'll feel left out, or because you're a film buff, or because you're the kind of person who can't resist sniffing the spoiled milk or scratching that itch you know you're not supposed to scratch?

Answer Key:

If you answered YES to No. 5, just go see the movie. 

If you answered NO to No. 5....but you answered YES to at least two other questions, go see the movie. 

If you answered NO to Nov. 5...but answered YES to only one or none of the other questions, do not see the movie. 



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