I live by three hard rules…. 1. I find movies about ex CIA, Navy SEALS, Special Forces Members, irradiated carnies, etc… that take jobs as chauffeurs completely unbelievable unless they're transporting some kind of Asian private school girl out of danger. 2. Trying to fold a fitted sheet is my own personal, Hiroshima. So I don't even try. 3. Two dudes fighting? OK. Two ladies throwing down? Gold, pure gold.