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Kidnapper (Movie)

Kidnapper, was one of my favorite movies in 2010. It's story focused on kidnap as title, but it also portrayed the close knot between father and son.

The father tried to raise 100,000 to save his son in 36hours. The kidnapper mis-kidnapped, but his cruelty and desperation of money had blinded him. The father forced to sell the house, cut his kidney for selling, but he only managed to raise 50,000.

The kidnapper wasn't satisfy, he got mad and became even crueler. He tortured his son, injected his blood out and put the blood into the bottle. He forcefully urged his father to get another 50,000 to redeem his son.

As a poor taxi driver, he drive 24 hours to pick up customers. He can't get that much. He went to seek help from the rich old man (supposedly his son was the kidnapper's target), but he got humiliated. Out of no way, he finally found out the rich man's wife in fact knew the kidnapper.

He kidnapped the wife's daughter. However, he has a kind hearted character, and treated the girl well.

He assumed his son is died, when he saw his son's uniform full of blood. He told the kidnapper "a son without parents is an orphan, a parent without a son isn't have any name at all"

At the end, I am relived especially there is a good ending of the story.

My heartbeat was beating like a drum. I seriously hatred the kidnapper, sympathized the son and saluted the father. It was indeed a great movie, had given me the sense of thrilling, excitement and touching.

Asian movie rocks!

Hui Ru

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