contemporary life, evil festers in every darkened corner and haunts the shadows around
the flicker of holy candles. Aspirations for ascension, however, yet smolder, as does
the heart of Mexico City’s overlooking volcano, poised behind Creasy’s dying. Critics
celebrate Washington’s power on screen, but seem reluctant to admire the film’s
audience appeal. At the pundit level, intellectual bias is not quite ready to embrace this
Creasy’s message. In the third film, revenge, in effect, becomes choreography,
everyone rises