Henry Rollins as a buttoned-down, middle management, sort of Death.
This is a short mockumentary about an unfulfilled door-to-door salesman named Vincent (Henry Rollins). Alright, you find out pretty quick that he's really what you might call the Angel of Death. He's still unfulfilled though.
I was a little suspicious that this might turn out to be one of those hyperactive things you'd see late at night on MTV2, and maybe it is but it's not bad. It's filmed with an on-the-go camera style but the editor did remember to take his Ritalin. There's a lot of gallows humor but the death scenes aren't played for laughs and carry a surprising weight.
Rollins is effective as the shirt-and-tie grim reaper, checking into cheap motels, eating in diners, all the while talking into the camera about how this is just a job for him and he's thought about "retiring early" and buying into a Jack-in-the-Box franchise that he just happens to know has opened up recently.
The movie wisely stops just short of getting didactic, leaving the viewer to fill in most of the blanks about careerism, the possibility for change, oblivion, etc.
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