Scarapist So here's the deal on the Scarapist. Prepare for your autonomic nervous system to take charge. Never mind the crisp cinematography, the fades, parries, and cuts for drama, the wet-your-pants suspense, no that's familiar landscape for noir genre. Insertion into the crisp plot as though actually present took me to new levels of sympathy for the characters, even the villain captured my pity. Granted casting the lead with a drop-dead gorgeous dame, the have-to-bite-my-hand-and-kill-myself kind of seductress drew me into her plight, but that was the filmmaker's intention. Avoid this film if you have no imagination, think you might want to vote for Sarah Palin, only watch Andy Griffith reruns. Else, head your ass over to a movie house and prepare for entertainment that you'll gush to your ex-mother-in-law, that you'll carry to your grave.
Review of The Scarapist
