Nick: Marat Safin shares his name with a murdered French demagogue and looks like a pederast or low-level mook for the Russian mob who spends his afternoons eating deli meat in a seedy Latvian whorehouse. But he stomped Roger Federer in one of the greatest matches of the Open era, earning every inch of that giant gold trophy he plans to beat some woman to death with.
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I totally see that! He beats up men in bath houses.
Yeah, just like Vigo in Eastern Promises, but not as nude.
damn. what a scene. the nude-ness made it. i loved the sound of their bodies smacking on the tile. i dont know why i loved that so much. movie making at its finest in a single grueling minute long scene.
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