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It was our second day on our honeymoon in Europe, my wife and I had nothing planned for the day except relaxation from the abundant nonsense of planning a wedding. Our cloths were unpacked; we had ordered breakfast and had our first official cigarette and cup of coffee of the day. After having a 30 minute discussion as to what we should do for the day we decided on staying in our hotel enjoying each other’s company and watching the good ol’ boob tube. Luckily the only thing on, in English, happened to be my favorite movie, Taken. After viewing this particular film about 20 dozen times back home I was shocked to see scenes not quite the way I remembered them. I remembered a movie about a man’s daughter who was kidnapped and his journey of saving her. As I viewed the film in Europe I was awaken to the depth of the film which had been cut down to mediocre action in the States. The film viewed in Europe showed the daughter in a rape scene as her kidnappers sell her body as a source of income, and it does not cut out the brutality of her father electrocuting one of her kidnappers to find …