Opening shot: Red light hanging above the streets of NJ. Pan down to street level and jump into the back seat of a Mustang convertible hysterically zigzagging its way towards a bicyclist. "12 hours earlier"
Viewer's reaction: 'You gotta be kidding me.' This reaction is methodically sustained and amplified throughout the 122 minutes of shootings, beatings, pedophilia, shootings, beatings, full-frontal nudity, shootings, stabbings, shootings. The movie's 'child=gun' drive is filtered through the hip existentialist denim blues of indie productions circa year 2000 and the cliché (like all others in the story) becomes an exaggeration of itself in a torture-hockey scene under black light where ice, skin and blood all look "ultra-violet"?
Not-quite family entertainment, this seems like a fairy tale without a moral and for a good reason - stay for the filigreed credits sequence that sums up the entire movie.
I pray instead of a sequel the makers release a series of cartoons with the same title.
Viewer's reaction: 'You gotta be kidding me.' This reaction is methodically sustained and amplified throughout the 122 minutes of shootings, beatings, pedophilia, shootings, beatings, full-frontal nudity, shootings, stabbings, shootings. The movie's 'child=gun' drive is filtered through the hip existentialist denim blues of indie productions circa year 2000 and the cliché (like all others in the story) becomes an exaggeration of itself in a torture-hockey scene under black light where ice, skin and blood all look "ultra-violet"?
Not-quite family entertainment, this seems like a fairy tale without a moral and for a good reason - stay for the filigreed credits sequence that sums up the entire movie.
I pray instead of a sequel the makers release a series of cartoons with the same title.
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