Starring: Mel Gibson, Erin Moriarty, William H. Macy, Elisabeth Röhm, Diego Luna, Thomas Mann, Michael Parks
OUR RATING: ★★★½
Story: Action thriller directed by Jean-François Richet which follows ex-convict, John Link (Mel Gibson), who reunites with his estranged daughter, Lydia (Erin Moriarty), in order to protect her from drug dealers who are trying to kill her after Lydia’s kingpin boyfriend frames her for stealing a fortune in cartel cash.
Lydia goes on the run, with her perennial screw-up of a dad, who’s been a drunk, a drug addict, a motorcycle outlaw, and a convict in his time, and now is determined to keep his little girl from harm and, for once in his life, do the right thing.
Verdict: Whatever you may think of Mel Gibson you could never say he doesn’t have charisma onscreen, and in this particular movie he certainly showcases that very well. The story doesn’t offer anything original but yet the way it’s delivered and the acting of all the cast really makes it worth a watch. The action is done very well and the movie does have some memorable lines. This is a fair action thriller with Gibson giving one of his best performances.
Best Quotes (Total Quotes: 27)
Kirby: You know the difference between fitting and proper?
Link: Well, I’m not a trailer park poet like you, Kirby. You’re gonna have to tell me.
Kirby: Well, it goes like this. I could shove my thumb up your ass right now and it would probably fit.
Kirby: But it wouldn’t be proper.
Link: That’s sweet talk to an ex-con like me.
Link’s Client: That’s your little girl?
Link: Why? Have you seen her?
[answering a call]
Link: Missing Link Tattoo.
Lydia: Dad, it’s your fucked up daughter.
Link: Well where the hell are you?
[answering a call]
Link: Missing Link Tattoo.
Computer: This is a collect call from…
Lydia: Your fucked-up daughter.
Computer: To accept the charges, say “Yes” or press one now.
Computer: Sorry, I did not understand.
Computer: Do you accept this call?
Link: Ye… Yes, you fucking robot! Yes, yes! Oh, fuck.
Link: I’m here. Where the hell are you?
Lydia: [to Link] You see, my boyfriend, he got shot. there are a lot of people looking for me.
[referring to the drugs]
Link: How long have you been doing this? I need the truth.
Link: You pregnant?
Lydia: No. That’s so medieval. But I don’t wanna say too much because it’d put you in a bad position. You see, my boyfriend thought we could get married so that I wouldn’t have to testify against him in court.
Link: Pretty romantic.
Lydia: No, no, he was so in love with me, I swear to God. I don’t even think there was a word for what was wrong with him.
Link: And he’s worried you’ll say that in court?
Lydia: No. Uh… It’s terrible, he’s gone. He’s, uh, dead.
Link: Your boyfriend?
Lydia: He got shot.
Link: Too bad.
Lydia: In the neck. Yeah.
Link: Rough break.
Lydia: I just feel numb. You know? I don’t even think it’s hit me yet that all of this is happening.
Link: Me neither.
Lydia: Like, maybe I’m traumatized.
Link: Could be.
Lydia: That’s why I have to keep moving. He was really well connected, so there are a lot of people looking for my white ass right now.
Link: Kid, can I say something? I know what it’s like to come down this hard. For thirty years, I was drinking and drugging and fighting like everybody had it in for me.
Lydia: Your higher power can’t do shit for me here, Dad. When I called you, you said that you had money. Now, I’m not criticizing, I’m just saying, it kind of looks like you miss the comforts of jail.
Link: I can get you money, if that’s what you want, kid. But let me make a deal. Give me a week. One week, you stay clean. You got people looking for you, who’s gonna find you out here? Nobody knows who I am.
Lydia: The cops probably keep track of you.
Link: It means I piss in a cup once a month. My parole officer has a caseload like, you know? Give me a week. If you’re on your feet by Saturday, I’ll give you everything I got in this world. But you gotta stop with the drama.
Link: You’re a fucking cyborg. I opened up my wrist in prison, then I got sepsis. Spent two months in the prison hospital watching game shows and then I really wanted to kill myself.
Lydia: All right, you win.
Link: No, no, no. There’s no winning or losing. You either want to wake up in the morning, or you don’t. And if you can’t find a way to live with yourself, well, then why run? Why come to me? Why do any of this?
Lydia: I don’t want to die.
Link: What was that?
Lydia: I don’t want to die.
Link: That’s right. You don’t wanna die. Because you’re a seventeen year-old kid and you got a lot to live for. Okay? You may not want to wake up tomorrow, but the day after that might just be great. Might be the best fucking day of your life, you know? You don’t want to miss it, right?
Kirby: You found her.
Link: No, she found me. But she’s out of her fucking mind.
Kirby: Well, I remember when I tried to reconnect with my sister and my ex-wife. They were not ready to forgive me. It was destructive. It was the wrong time to try to make amends.
Link: Make amends? Kirby, I’m trying to keep the kid away from the fucking floor stripper. She’s coming down hard off something.
Kirby: Oh. Well, then she needs help, John. Get her into detox. Take her to the hospital.
Link: Man, I don’t know. She’s going on about some kind of shit, some sort of trouble she’s in. I don’t know what’s bullshit and what’s not anymore, but I’d just as soon find out before I start filling out intake forms, you know?
Kirby: No, no, no, you’re still thinking like a con. Take her to the hospital.
Link: Oh, come on, Kirby. I just met the girl for the first time in years, I just don’t feel like handing her over to a bunch of strangers.
Kirby: You’re the stranger. You didn’t meet her, and she didn’t meet you. Right now, she’s nothing but a chemistry experiment. You need help with this, John.
[three thugs start walking up to Link’s trailer]
Link: Can I help you gentlemen?
Joker: We want a tattoo.
Link: No, come back tomorrow.
Joker: What if I wanted her name?
[he pulls his shirt up to reveal the gun he has tucked in his trousers]
Link: Why don’t you all fuck off!
Joker: Don’t you fucking turn your back on me, Wood!
[as he gets his gun ready to shoot the three thugs]
Link: I’m going to get blamed for this, for breaking parole! Dammit!
[the thugs start shooting at Link’s trailer]
[as his trailer is being trashed]
Lydia: I’m so sorry.
Link: It’s good to meet your friends!
[pointing his gun at thugs]
Kirby: You boys picked the wrong rednecks.
Choop: Come on, man. Let’s go.
Link: For those who don’t know me my name’s John Link, and I’m a real success story.
Link: I got no idea how you’d piss guys like that off. What do they want from you?
Lydia: They worked for my boyfriend. I killed him.
Lydia: That warrant is for me. You could go to home.
Link: You got raised by three step-fathers, should have been me.
Lydia: I don’t have to take you down with me.
Link: About all I know is running, surviving.
Link: [to Lydia] I wasn’t there for you, baby. There’s nothing I can even say, except I’m sorry.
Lydia: I’m a murderer.
Link: And you’ll face God for it, but not yet.
Link: People get caught when they make mistakes. You stick with me; I’ll give you everything I got.
The Cleaner: I can see you right now.
Link: She’s the last streak of sunlight you’re gonna see. Whatever you’re going to with Lydia first you need to deal with me.
Link: Keep talking, senile motherfucker!
Preacher: I wouldn’t be if you kept your mother home at night!
Link: How about I shoot you right now?
Preacher: With your daughter right outside?
Link: Yeah, I might.
Preacher: No, you won’t. You can’t. You’re past that. I watched it, I saw it. You’ve changed.
Preacher: Goddamn brat! I was running the fucking Coachella Valley before you were an itch in your daddy’s sack! So, don’t tell me. My life isn’t an Instagram, for Christ’s sake. I’m in the fucking history books! Vietnam, 19th Engineer
Combat Battalion. Look it up. Look it up! I’ve dug up more fucking mines that I could’ve blown the moon up with! Do you understand that?
Preacher: What are you you doing? Stealing from me, Link?
Link: Stealing? You stole every goddamn thing I ever had. Everything! Now look at you. You’re so fucking broke and pathetic, I can’t even kill you for it. You even stole that from me!
Lydia: A year ago, I stopped running. I stopped listening to all of my worst instincts and all the worst people. I’ll just tell you this. I’ve been sober a year. I miss my father so much, that I can’t sleep some nights, but I tell myself that he’s watching over me. Sometimes, there’s this shame that almost breaks my back, but I tell myself, “When you owe your life to someone you better live it. ” So, I just say, “Thank you.”
Total Quotes: 27