Thank God for late April. Tax refunds, nice warm weather, and all of the movies that weren't quite good enough to come out in May show up in theatres. They're not fine art and they're not summer blockbusters, but at least they're not House of 1000 Corpses. Yeah, tax day seems to be the crossover point between the god-awful movies of winter and early spring and the decent cinema of summer.
Case in point is Bulletproof Monk. It's not an edge-of-your-seat thrill ride, it's not laugh out loud funny, but it sure as hell ain't bad.
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