120 minutes of scenes that would be cut if they had a plot.
Basically, there is a shadowy hit-man who likes to talk to everybody. He tells his story everywhere he goes.
Talk, talk, talk.
He even talks to the cops. What a nice talkative hit-man. Oh, boy.
Luckily, even though half the city knows he is a hit-man, he can still pull off these hits without anybody catching on. Even when the cops catch him in the middle of a hit and know that he is a hit-man, nobody catches on. What a sneaky guy.
I assume that the reason why they turned the original turkey of a play into this turkey of a movie was so the characters could be heard over the endless chants of "What kind of crap is this?" Love Whitaker. Hate everything about this movie.
Basically, there is a shadowy hit-man who likes to talk to everybody. He tells his story everywhere he goes.
Talk, talk, talk.
He even talks to the cops. What a nice talkative hit-man. Oh, boy.
Luckily, even though half the city knows he is a hit-man, he can still pull off these hits without anybody catching on. Even when the cops catch him in the middle of a hit and know that he is a hit-man, nobody catches on. What a sneaky guy.
I assume that the reason why they turned the original turkey of a play into this turkey of a movie was so the characters could be heard over the endless chants of "What kind of crap is this?" Love Whitaker. Hate everything about this movie.