Revenant

  So much blood So much blood everywhere! I recently wrote about a film called  Little  Deaths that disappointed and even angered me. As you likely know by now, I like anthology films, especially horror anthology films, quite a lot. I get excited when I see one coming and that one did nothing but let me down.  Luckily, I got to watch a different portmanteau horror soon thereafter. It was called An Hour to Kill. To start, I went into An Hour to Kill knowing absolutely nothing about it. I didn’t know that it was an anthology film, or that it was horror of a sort. It takes a bit to reveal itself, and to be honest the start is kind of rocky. It opens like a grimy, low-rent L.A. gangster flick. We meet two guys in a bar and they banter blandly.  Things pick up when Gio (Aaron Guerrero) arrives. This actor has an ease, a naturalism to his performance that makes him a pleasure to watch onscreen.  Gio and Frankie (one of the guys in that opening bar scene) are hitmen and they have been on the

    North America's getting soft, patrón, and the rest of the world is getting tough. Very, very tough. We're entering savage new times, and we're giong to have to be pure and direct and strong, if we're going to survive them. Now, you and this cesspool you call a television station and your people who wallow around in it, your viewers who watch you do it, they're rotting us away from the inside. We intend to stop that rot.                                          - Harlan, presaging Tucker Carlson or Alex Jones or Ben Shapiro.             Most people view Sydney Lumet and Paddy Chayefsky's Network as the greatest,  most prescient film about the destructive power of television. It is a masterpiece; a perfect picture of the rot that TV spreads. How it infects everything and everyone that it touches. It predicted the insidious nature of "reality TV"  decades before Brig Brother or The Real World. It predicted the way news, once a public service, would be