''THE GREY''- The title says it all.

Life is such now. Either live to the fullest or Die completely...

Once more into the fray
Into the last good fight I'll ever know
Live or die on this day
Live or die on this day

After 'Mission Impossible-Ghost Protocol', I watched The Grey. Well, for me, MI-GP was not at all worth watching. Liam Neeson played a very good role in this movie. This story, The Grey- actually revolves around a handful of oil-rig workers who survive a disastrous plane crash. Lead actor, Liam has the knowledge and the guts to lead his companion in their urge to stay alive without food, water, or shelter, surrounded by hungry and threatening wolves.

There are so many scary moments involving wolf attacks, and the way the guys strived for their lives and for food n all... Those scary and glowing eyes of hungry wolves were really spooky. Well...the soft corner for their beloved ones had a space in this movie. In the mean while, each man spoke about their family.

It was actually a survival story. I wasn’t satisfied by he ending. Don’t know why. But the way it picturised the emotions, needs, feeling of helplessness etc were awesome. I could feel the ice thunder there on my seat itself...It was snowin there on the screen. I for once, went deep into the movie and could easily get out because of those idiotic horrific wolves. I hate wolves...That too hungry ones.

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