This is my other big complaint about "Unleashed." The fight scenes come off as so much choreography. Jet Li bounces off of people's chests and faces like he's on Broadway. There's no power to his punches. I should be wincing when he slams into someone, not going, "That looked fake." I got bored with all the thrust and parry involved with each altercation. I thought, "Yeah, yeah, we get it. Your hands are lethal weapons and you move really fast." Amazing how much energy Li had in this movie with his character subsisting on tin cans of unnamed goo. I'm thinking, "Throw the kid a protein bar or something. He's hungry!"

The other factor that wasn't so much touching as it was dumb was the whole piano motif. Freeman spits out platitudes plucked from his years of finding middle C. His daughter studies piano and unveils the Mozart sonata that unlocks Jet Li's memory of a mother who played piano. The movie ends triumphantly with a piano recital. Li and Freeman sit in the balcony in their tuxes applauding politely, the pride beaming from their faces. Somehow I knew the movie was nearly over. Walking out of the theatre I thought to myself, "What was that all about?"

It was about ninety minutes I will never get back.

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