Extortion Movie Review

Extortion Movie Review

Extortion Movie Review

It’s the worst-case scenario. You’re on holiday and you become stranded on a deserted island. Just when you’re desperate a rescuer comes. But then the person you think will save you ends up holding your family for ransom. This is what happens in Extortion.

What would you do?

How much is your family’s life worth?

This is the question asked of Kevin Riley (Eion Bailey) when he’s at his most desperate—or so he thinks. After two days of being stranded he’s dehydrated, exhausted, and starving. And to make matters worse, his wife and son are barely conscious. As his rescuer demands a reward for saving them, the situation escalates and Riley discovers how desperate things can become.

It’s a race against time to save his family in a foreign place with no one on his side. As I watched the situation go from bad to worse (and a solution unfold by the end) I reflected on how easy a picturesque vacation can take a bad turn. There is much we take for granted when travelling. Should we allow fear to hold us back? Of course not, but it’s a good reminder to take precautions and make wise decisions.

Extortion is an emotional, nail-biting 109 minutes. It is well acted, well produced, and I even believed the story line and the reasons behind Riley’s actions. As I reflect on the movie it’s difficult to say I enjoyed it because it was so intense, but it does make me wonder what I would do in the same situation. Would I put everything on the line to save my family? What wouldn’t I do?

Extortion is available on VOD/Digital/DVD across all platforms through Lionsgate.


Extortion Synopsis

An American family vacationing in the Caribbean find themselves stranded on a deserted island without food or water. They are discovered by a cold-blooded fisherman who demands a ransom for their lives. A gruesome turn of events leaves the father in a terrifying high seas race to save his wife and son, and punish those behind the cruel extortion plot.

Lionsgate’s “Extortion,” a new action-thriller in the vein of “Taken” and “Captain Phillips,” stars Oscar Nominee Barkhad Abdi (“Captain Phillips,” upcoming “Blade Runner 2”), Eion Bailey (“Ray Donovan”, “Once Upon a Time”), Danny Glover (“Lethal Weapon series, 2012”), Joy Lenz (“One Tree Hill”, “Agents of Shield”), and Tim Griffin (“Central Intelligence,” “American Sniper”).

Turkey Time

turkey time

Turkey Time Roste Style

Thanksgiving with the Roste’s is always Family Time, but not just Roste Time.

Canadian Thanksgiving is one of the more elusive holidays, which no one is really certain of the origins. Unless you’re a Saskatchewan farmer, of course.

But who knows how many of those there are anyway (44,329).

We usually celebrate by inviting family, friends, and anyone around who may not have a place to go for the holiday for turkey dinner, hockey (on TV) and games. It’s really fun to see who shows up and I love that people feel welcome enough to join us for the usual: too much food, coffee overdose and just a touch of insanity.

Anyway, aside from turkey and family, this weekend I also was focused on my neck soreness.

Snap

It was so sore! And what a strange thing to happen from sleeping!

My mom told me it’s because my body is old. Like, nearly 30. Yikes. Don’t remind me.

My dad told me to get out and do something. I felt more like whining than doing something.

So, I spent all day Saturday feeling sorry for myself and all day Sunday trying to feel better. By the time we went to my aunt’s for feasties, my neck was slightly better.

After dinner, I went into the kitchen for some coffee. My aunt was doing the dishes and I must have reached for the coffee pot awkwardly (OK, fine, I said “Boy my neck is sore”) because she walked up and put her hand on my neck, pressed her fingers into the muscle for a second and……

Pop

All the tension melted from my neck and shoulders and the pain was noticeably lessened. It was a turkey miracle.

“But the pain will probably come back,” she said. It did, but not as bad.

On Monday the pain was even less, and I was confident enough to go out hiking and be what the locals would call “active,” despite my strain.

Everything was going swimmingly until my sister asked me to play Wii. Oh yeah, we bought my mom a Wii for her birthday. She has yet to play. Wanxiety I say.

Crackle

So we played some tennis and I didn’t really think about anything else. But then on a particularly difficult backhand, my entire back cracked.

I paused, accessed the situation and now…the sore neck is a distant memory.

Conclusion: keep your family close, but your Wii closer.

Turkey Time!

International Talk Like a Pirate Day

There was this one time I thought it would be a good idea to switch my Facebook language to “Pirate” instead of English.

  • Instead of Relationship Status, it’s State o’ Affairs
  • Instead of Favorite Quotation, it’s Prefer’d piratey mottos
  • Instead of Info, it says Cap’n’s Log
  • Instead of Five minutes ago, it says Five shots o’ rum ago
  • Instead of Settings, it says Adjust ye riggin’s
  • Instead of Events, it’s Grog fests sighted from the Crow’s Nest
  • Instead of Inbox, it’s Bottle o’ Messages

It’s pretty easy to get Pirate English instead of US English, you just need to add “Translations,” to your Applications, then choose: English (Pirate).

The real problem happens after the initial fun is over and you realize you don’t understand Pirate at all. In fact you’re unsure how to change it back to US English.

In honour of International Talk Like a Pirate Day (ITLAPD), I decided to repost my best pirate attempt. I just don’t think I can top it yet. One day.

Yaaaar

14 January 2006
A pirate’s blog for me

Arrr matey! What you are witnessing is my secret training for the pirate profession. I am practicing for when I have an eyepatch covering me eye and can no longer see out of it. I am also wielding my sword with my right hand, even though I am secretly left handed—you see? The Princess Bride really can teach the average scabbard a thing or two!

It was a good thing I got this training too, because on Wednesday my pirate skills were tested. I went into the hospital for a CT scan (because I’m having surgery on my wrist again) and the tech, remembering me from a previous encounter at the hospital said (something like), “Arrr, you ready to walk the plank?”

The phrase sent me into a flashback. It was a dark and stormy night. It was raining so hard that my face hurt and my suede jacket was ruined. The docks were slippery. We were on our way back from pillaging and making our refuge on the ship. But there was someone blocking our path—or some THING. Whatever it was, it was huge. We dubbed it a sea monster but later settled on sea cat. In the daylight one might believe it to be a seal, but we pirates knew the difference. We held our swords up, mine was shaking slightly, ready to fight our way onto the ship. The sea thing had obviously heard of our valour and quickly made its retreat. We quietly made our way to the ship.

Well, needless to say, that was a scary moment. But all of that had, if nothing else, taught me something about pirating. Keeping my wits about me I slowly looked around the room (with both eyes). There indeed was a plank before me, but it was not high, and thankfully, there was no shark-infested water anywhere to be seen. With this knowledge I confidently climbed up onto the plank where I was given a comfy pillow and told to hold my sword (oh alright, my arm) up above my head.

The tech was obviously impressed with my bravery and in less than 10 minutes I was released to return to my ship.

And now I tell the tale to you, my pirate friends. Take thy training seriously, for ye know not whence he shall come across a worthy adversary. Take warning!

Merry Christmas Robyn. Oh, and don’t come back.

This past weekend was full of important conversations about the lack of motivation us late-20-somethings share for working in our respective fields with old high school friends who are home for Christmas.

It was truly a great reunion weekend (way better than my 10 year, those still planning theirs, I beg you to try CHRISTMAS to get everyone cool together) and was spent in many old haunts in my hometown. Maybe all the old haunts, actually.

Very nearly, anyhow.

And it snowed a ton so I got to try out my new winter tires, which I’m so relieved I bought in time for the 20cm or whatever ridiculous amount the Lower Mainland received on Sunday. I’m not used to weather in such measurable amounts.

But to be fair, I haven’t lived here in a really long time. I supposed I only imagined winters in Vancouver were full of grey skies and rain and not much else.

So my weekend was really great and I began to look forward to my two week break from work so I could snowboard my paycheque away and book a well-earned holiday to England (Africa wasn’t a holiday).

Unfortunately these fuzzy feelings didn’t make it until the end of Monday.

Yeap, you got it. That whole, “layoffs in the air,” thing landed on my desk just after lunch.

Along with a Christmas bonus in the form of a $25 gift certificate to the rock shop.

Apparently the downturn the TSX is experiencing has now filtered down far enough to kick me out of my desk job.

HAPPY PI DAY!

I explained it all last year, so you can just read that if you’re confused.

If you don’t know me I will explain I don’t really “do” holidays. They bug me and I don’t like them.

However, my trend deviates at International Pi day. And not just because I like eating pie. Mostly I just think it’s funny.

Probably it’s not funny. I realize this.

Perhaps it’s because I don’t get math at all and I think I’m just making fun of all the math geeks. But really they’re all just making fun of me by getting me to celebrate a fake holiday.

Fake holiday creation

“HEY, math geeks,” (typed over some advanced IM program), “Wouldn’t it be funny to create a fake holiday and tell all those non-math-inclined yoo-hoo’s out there it’s cool to celebrate?”

“Ha ha yeah that would be funny. And we’ll make some math equations about how many actually understand it’s about a number and not at all about food.”

“Want to make bets?”

“Only if I calculate my odds first.”