my dream lover...

Blaze 2022-04-20 09:01:47

Actor Mike is deeply in love with his live-in girlfriend. Mike himself is a clerk in a small supermarket. He likes to imagine the adventure story of his Apollo ape. He has a problem of panic. Once he has to leave the town where he is located, or if he encounters an emergency, the panic will break out. Make him feel like a piece of shit. But in his useless life, he does have the greatest luck, because he has a girlfriend he loves, so he carefully planned to give his girlfriend the most romantic happiness. He bought two plane tickets to Hawaii, but when he got to the airport he had a panic attack and couldn't make it. He was disappointed in himself. Then, he regained his strength, determined to propose to his girlfriend, and secretly prepared a wedding ring, but various accidents disrupted his plans.

On the other hand, the top of the CIA decided to eradicate Mike, they sent a group of thugs trained by mental patients, each with stunts, to assassinate Mike. But Mike used spoons, frying pans and other tools to kill them one by one by flying flowers and picking leaves to kill people. It turns out that Mike is the CIA's most successful experiment, the top assassination machine.

In order to kill Mike, the top officials of the CIA used his girlfriend as bait. In order to save his girlfriend, Mike drove a Hummer and set off fireworks and came here to eliminate the evil forces with an overwhelming advantage.

In the end, Mike was surrounded by the police and realized his marriage proposal. Finally, the happy ending of the 007 style is full of positive energy.

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American Ultra quotes

  • Mike Howell: Hey Phoebe! Phoebe?

    [over intercom]

    Mike Howell: Hey Phoebe. I just wanted to say that I love you and that everything is going to be okay. I mean, not perfect, obviously, but better. Like, we'll probably have to get a new house. and also cars. But I'm coming to get you and this will all be over. Soon-ish.

  • Laugher: I'm sorry. I can't control it. The things that they did to my head. They made you like they made me. But you're better than me. Who told you what to do?

    Mike Howell: Nobody.

    Laugher: That must be nice.