PTU: Police Tactical Unit, Generous Colleague

A guy from work just popped over to my desk, dropping off what looks to be one of the most awesome movies I will have seen in a while. (Well, most awesome movie that I'll be watching for the first time. Let's not get crazy.)

It's an insane-looking Hong Kong action movie called "PTU: Police Tactical Unit" from director Johnnie To, and from the back it reads:

Acclaimed director Johnnie To ("Election") scores again with this action-packed thriller, nominated for 10 Hong Kong Film Awards. When an obnoxious detective loses his gun to four young thugs, it's up to the Police Tactical Unit and their iron-willed leader to recover the weapon and clean up the mess before daybreak. What follows is "sheer over-the-top delirium" (Frank Scheck, Hollywood Reporter), as their mission intersects with a gangland assassination that threatens to ignite an all-out war. Gripping and unpredictable, PTU is a masterpiece of stylized cool and explosive action.

Have I found another "Old Boy"??!! ("Kidnapped for No Reason, Well There's Always a Reason") How exciting.

PTU Trailer is here. I'm sure I ought to be concerned that my coworker was perusing his DVD collection, saw this movie and thought of me. Oh well.

Someone May Get Hurt

Good lord. I don't really have any violent tendencies (love violent movies, though), but today, I've been pushed to the brink.

After waking this morning to my mac & cheese, I hobbled to my little perch near the hallway. I got myself all set up, enough pillows, even sprung for a mouse for my computer, glass of water next to me, juuuuust ready to sign on and start working away. What a productive person I would be today.

Sweet Spanish music begins drifting up the stairwell.

"Ahh, how neat," I thought, "some lovely Latin woman is downstairs, starting her day, probably playing these soporific lullabies to her child as she prepares him his breakfast burritoes," I mused naively.

I put in my headphones, started tip-tapping away, when BAM!

The most violent jackhammering I've ever heard, imagined or feared.

This music was for no lovely little mother-son pair. It was for the lumbering, oafish men who've been chattering at the top of their lungs all day; that is, all day when they're not trying to cause me to drag my hobbled body to the window and throw it out.

Reminded me of Michael Douglas in "Falling Down." Very short clip, but sure captures the film's spirit, as well as my own mental state at the moment.