“Atta boy, Luther!”
I come in peace. And you go in pieces, assh*le.
Her driver’s license. Her credit cards. Her bank accounts. Her identity. DELETED.
Cold, impersonal, distant Frankenstein re-imagining―and a fairly perverse jab at its horror/suspense genre conventions.
“What you hunting this time?” “Going to shoot some pigs.”
Grimy, relentlessly downbeat actioner/drama, incisive and intriguingly hazy—and far better than its rep indicates—with Raquel Welch’s first really accomplished performance.
One long, downbeat descent into the void.