Watching King of Masks, a chinese movie about an old traveling streeet performer who adopts an 8-year-old child to carry on his legacy. At one point, the performer decides to abandon the child on the river bank, so he leaves her there and then pushes off in his boat.
The kid jumps into the river after the old man, and starts drowning.
"What are you doing?" shouts the old man, and then jumps in after her, leaving his boat to continue down the river.
"What about his boat?" I say. "He lives on the boat! He's just going to give it up?"
"It's not like a car," says Tom. "He can catch up to it once he rescues the kid."
"What if it runs into something?"
"Then it'll stop. Even easier for him to catch up to it."
Watching Man On Fire today, in which Denzel Washington takes his vengeance by killing a bunch of kidnappers, one by one. Denzel takes over an old man's house is taken over in order to fire a rocket launcher from the window.
Old Man: "In church they teach us to forgive."
Denzel: "Forgiveness is between them and God. It's my job to arrange the meeting."
Peter and I paused the movie so that I could cheer on Denzel's cleverness and Peter could flick his fingers in a gangster style.
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