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<font size="2"><p>Movie Review
<font size="4"><br>A Simple Plan</font>
<br>by David Ng</font>
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<p><font size="6" color="#000000"><b>B</b></font>lood and snow haven't looked this good together since Steve Buscemi's body was sprinkled across the frozen Minnesota countryside in <i>Fargo</i>. In <i>A Simple Plan</i>, blood plays a crucial part. A cut above the eyebrow. A laceration across the cheek. A bullethole through the head. Its unmistakable presence against the virgin snow evokes a starkness that has long been absent from film violence. The snow itself is a reducing agent. Its purity distills hotheaded aggression into the spillage of precious fluid. Humans are complicated, director Sam Raimi seems to say, but their actions are as simple as red and white.
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