It's ironic that the wife and I saw this movie on the sixth anniversary of 9112001 - a day when most U.S. flags had been lowered to half-staff (which, in my patriotic opinion, is an embarrassing self-humiliation in effect celebrating the blatant vandalism and senseless shenanigans of nineteen anti-American islamic-cult punks). Such lowered-flags degradation, I gather, is supposed to be some type of self-atonement for past and present national sins of non-discretionary anti-Christianity-in-public-places-and-policies insanity. To the wife, lowered flags honor the dead (though to me, those dead did nothing particularly honorable nor dishonorable but instead were merely victims of cruel anti-Christian bigotry and hateful prejudice resulting in binding, inhibiting, and preventing protectors from having the freedom and liberty to adequately protect who they should have and should protect against crazies doing what no one ever suspected or suspects they would and can do (and, even more importantly: ALLOWED to do that by "civil"-"rights" anti-Christian intolerators).

Speaking of religious references in the film, the pejorative "Jesus Christ" (whatever the hell that means) was babbled by the supervillan, thus making virtual saints out of Armageddon-doomsday naysayers in comparison.

The movie was anything but boring. In other words, it was action-packed..... to say the least.

Aspects of the movie were quite believable, in that the supervillan who had acquired such classified and sensitive national-security knowledge, codes and insider-know-how info, plus a tremendous arsenal of weaponry and dirty money to finance it all, had been a top-secret employee of the Department of Defence and National Security Agency. Being fired from his position after being ignored by superiors at Homeland Security, the miffed supervillan decided to wreak his genocidal revenge against national infrastructure in general. It took the high-tech intervention and cooperation of an initially-smart-ass secondary-superhero kid hacker to thwart the supervillan's massive "fire-sale" plans and operations, plus supervillan's secretly-hidden genuinely-diabolical crew.

Laughably absurd at the end of the movie was when supervillan attempted to get kid hacker to divert all the country's bank-accounts money into supervillan's personal bank account(s) with the intention - I guess - of living on in ultimate black-market low-profile luxury with always-on-the-move global anonymity. The fool supervillan should have realized that in his case, the Secret Service of the Treasury Department (with the cooperation with every other federal, state, county, and city governmental agency, entity, and law-enforcement officer) would have tracked supervillan's eventually-discovered identity so intensely and intricately that the idiot would not have been able to spend even one dollar of anyone's stolen money at a thrift or convenience store without being caught on the spot. And to presume that supervillan could buy a townhouse with three tons of serial-numbers-less coin quarters is ludicrous.

Lessons learned from the movie are for top brass in high eschelons of governmental authority to be more discriminating (yes: discriminating!) to better evaluate and track who they hire and fire, and to not consolidate crucial national resources into targetable hubs. Old-Testament Solomon's advice in Ecclesiastes of "Give a portion to seven or even eight, because you do not know what evil might happen on Earth" must be done so that our beloved and deserves-to-be-continued United States of America does not become the United Consolidation of Stupidity.

Significantly polluting the movie were repeated disgusting sexually-harassing sights of three notable loose-long-haired mopheads, imposing needlessly-noxious terrorism of immodesty on the audience viewing the movie. The three main drippy-hairstyled mopheads of mention were the superhero's mopheaded crappy-and-sassy-brat daughter who superhero understandably wanted to remain celebate, the mopheaded kungfu female-chink villaness who superhero should have shot dead in the back of her head while he had the chance, and the mopheaded assistant-to-the-FBI-director secretary.

Apparently, the movie's vulgar-expletives-uttering superhero (Bruce Willis) was forced by the movie's director, producer, style and makeup perverts, etc. to have a soft spot in his heart for bitch mopheads.....but which superhero was not emasculated with a pseudo-"christian" attitude of wimpishly-playing-God turn-the-other-cheek "forgiveness" toward the terrorists.