Choose is the story of sexy Fiona; a sexy girl who is doing her sexy best to stay sexy while she gets her College Degree... which will also be sexy once it belongs to her.
Her dad is Kevin Pollak, who used to be a really good actor, but is now a Sheriff in some sleepy College town. Sadly, Fiona's mother committed suicide a few months back, and she and her father are still trying to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives.
Aaaw, such a compelling plot so far, no?
No?
Fair enough.
I'd help pick up her pieces... Zing! |
So Detective Dad is on the case to find ScarLip (the killer's name, even though he's never called that in the movie) before he can force any other innocent victims to "make a choice." Of course this all has to do with sexy Fiona in some way, and being a Cop's Daughter, she begins to dig into the mystery of Shit Lip and his crazy choices, uncovering some shocking things about herself, her family, everyone who is dying, and Scuzz Lip himself, in the process. You get the point.
Yes, the choices are timed. |
At least Katheryn Winnick was nice to stare at for 90 minutes, give or take. She's got a great face (eyes especially) and a rockin' bod (yes, I just said that.) She's a decent actress too. So, despite her character being a moron and doing some "It's in the script" type of things, she was the bright spot of the movie.
We Likey. |
***ENDING SPOILERS*** After proving to be so tough, why was Fiona so terrified by the old man? I mean, she just made short work of Funk Lip, so why the screaming fear? Also, what did the old man have to do with anything, and why did he show up so randomly and at exactly the right time? ***END of ENDING SPOILERS***
Rubbish. From what we understand, the director of Choose made a choice himself to have his name removed from the finished product, because he didn't like some of the tampering that was done to his movie. After seeing the pure shit that this movie ended with, we don't blame him.
At least some of the gore was interesting. |
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We adore Katheryn Winnick. Look at her... what's not to adore?