David Kahane, our resident Hollywood mole, e-mails:

Too bad you wingnuts made your conservative-movie list too early to include Taken, in which ex-CIA agent Liam Neeson stabs, chops, and shoots his way through a Parisian underworld of Albanian (i.e. Muslim) white slavers in search of his kidnapped daughter. Along the way, while pretending to be the world’s only French cop with an Irish accent, he gives a speech about how “immigrants” come to France to take advantage of a tolerant society, then kills them all. In the end, a porcine sheik holds a knife to his daughter’s throat as Neeson holds a gun on him. When the sheik starts to say something about how they can negotiate, he gets a bullet in the head. The red-meat crowd is yummying this one right up: It’s done $81 million so far.
Re: the list, an inexplicable omission was Barton Fink (1991), another masterpiece from the Coen brothers. John Turturro plays Fink, a red-diaper-baby playwright à la Clifford Odets, who imagines himself the spokesman for “the common man” through socialist-realist dramas like Bare Ruined Choirs. When the call comes from Hollywood, he finds himself living in a seedy hotel next to a real common man, Charlie Meadows (John Goodman, never better), struggling to write a wrestling picture for Wallace Beery. Of course, the arrogant Fink has no real interest in Charlie’s observations until it turns out that Charlie is really Mad Man Mundt, a serial killer posing as an insurance salesman — and may in fact be the Devil himself. “I’ll show you the life of the mind!” screams Mundt as he guns down a couple of cops. Fink turns in a rewrite of his hack play, incurs the everlasting wrath of the studio chief — who hired him on the basis of the play in the first place — and winds up sitting on the beach, alone, with what is very likely Judy Davis’s head in a box: the Pacific coast as his own personal Hell.