A hired killer from Cleveland has a job to do on a second-string mob boss in New York. But a special girl from his past, and a fat gun dealer with pet rats, each gets in his way.
With its finger-popping jazz score and beat-inspired interior monologue (in second person, no less), this might seem comical if it weren't so rooted in existential dread.
– J. R. Jones,
Chicago Reader,
22 Jan 2008
fresh:
This compact and forceful low-budget film noir ... compresses a week in a hit man's bitter life into a dazzlingly brisk yet richly nuanced seventy-seven minutes.