The real reason to see this film is the stunningly stone-cold performance by Michael Halsey as a gunman who has finally had enough of the dark side of life, but who needs to ply that close to the chest in order to survive an impossible situation.
The situation is actually rather allegorical, a fact driven home by the absurdist intervention of a seven year old girl who plays a pivotal role at the end. This allegorical touch actually lifts the film from being just another Albert Pyun bloodbath and yet somehow avoids becoming just another Albert Pyun urban fantasy. The camera work and editing is also superior to what we've come to expect from Pyun.
But it is Michael Halsey's show, really, and needs to be watched as that, as a tour de force from a largely unnoted actor of considerable talent.
The situation is actually rather allegorical, a fact driven home by the absurdist intervention of a seven year old girl who plays a pivotal role at the end. This allegorical touch actually lifts the film from being just another Albert Pyun bloodbath and yet somehow avoids becoming just another Albert Pyun urban fantasy. The camera work and editing is also superior to what we've come to expect from Pyun.
But it is Michael Halsey's show, really, and needs to be watched as that, as a tour de force from a largely unnoted actor of considerable talent.