Last night I watched Taken with - appropriately enough - one of my daughters. Liam Neeson plays an ex-secret service officer whose teenage daughter takes a holiday to Paris and gets kidnapped by white-slave traders. Neeson talks to one of the kidnappers on the phone: 'I don't know who you are, but if you don't let her go, I will find you. I will kill you.' As the film drew to a close, my daughter turned to me and asked: 'Would you do that for me?'
I dunno. Neeson has 96 hours to find her. He flies to Paris on a private jet. Using voice recognition technology and his secret service contacts, he identifies the kidnappers as Albanian gangsters. He jams nails into the legs of one of them and attaches them to an electric socket. He shoots the innocent wife of a corrupt French official in order to get him to talk. He drives the wrong way along a highway alongside the Seine. He kills dozens of of bad guys all over Paris. Four of them while handcuffed to a pipe and being strangled.
Great stuff, but ersonally I've found hanging around outside changing rooms in clothes shops and the occasional lift to the station quite demanding enough. If any of them get kidnapped by white-slave traders, they're on their own.