Review: Interview with a Hitman

"Interview With a Hitman" is a compelling film, kind of like Macbeth if Lady Macbeth had had manly bits. It's dark and gritty but somehow clean and sharp. The score is excellent (something one doesn't often notice in a thriller) but due to its low budget, the music overpowers the dialogue which makes it difficult to follow the story sometimes. 4/5.

Dream #10 - Plastic Paradise

Three elk hiked on hind legs through the greenery to the glacier’s edge. The wind came up strong, blowing snow and ice in their faces. The snow crunched and broke under their feet, getting deeper and deeper as they progressed toward the rocky crags jutting from the mountaintop. In platform video game style, they shuffle along a narrow ledge, backs to the wall, the canyon growing ever deeper before their nervous eyes. At the end of the ledge, the wall behind them became smoothed, hand-worked stone. The path seemed to end in oblivion until the first astute elk noted that he could make a physics defying jump around the end wall and land on a path running parallel to the one they were on going in the opposite direction. Here they were stymied. The path ended in an alcove of the same hewn stone as before. The alcove was divided by a square pillar in the middle. On the further side, the path ended in a wide, black dry riverbed with a little greenery on the other side surrounded on all side by a steep drop. The first elk, the most adventurous, started some crazy superspy bullshit by extending his legs between the wall and the pillar and shimmying up one hoof at a time. The second and most intelligent elk said, “aw, now that’s some crazy superspy bullshit right there” before noticing through a crack in the pillar that on the other side there were hoof holds built into the stone and started climbing, gaining quickly on the first. The third elk felt a little hungry and meandered across the river bed to see if he could find a snack. Along the dried up shore line he found a shell which he kicked over. A half a dozen foot long snakes with red eyes slithered out. As he watched the snakes disperse, he caught the glare of a glowing fireball out of the corner of his eye and was able to dodge just in time. Following the glowing trail he located the source. A little further down the riverbed was a squirrel sized triceratops. The elk charged up and caught the tiny dino by the throat, squelching the next growing fireball. He kicked the corpse across the river back to his companions who had climbed back down after hitting a dead end up the cliff. He caught a few more of these mythical beasts before noticing a shiny beige ledge built into the side of the cliff.

They had found the promised land made of bright plastic bricks. All they had to do now was find a way in. Following the ledge down to the end where it abutted a perpendicular cliff, the ledge suddenly broke and plastic bricks began to spill out into the empty riverbed in a flood. The most intelligent elk dropped his head and used his antlers to stem the tide as best her could. “I can hold it for now,” he cried, “but we’d better get this shored up quick! Start building a wall with the bricks!” The other two started to do as they were told but being elk, they had some difficulty manipulating the tiny bricks to maximize the connective strength of the window and circular pillar pieces. Among the flow of bricks flowed a tiny policeman minifig with his handheld stop sign. The third elk felt a pang of remorse for the little plastic corpse as it floated away on a tide of bricks.