Gangsters don't steal money. And not at all the stealing. We lay down, we lit the lights
In the universe, we are alone.
Rot your line! Rot your line! Rot your line
Lights are burning, stars are shining.
It's so complicated.
We went into open space.
There is nothing in this world to catch.
Rot your line! Rot your line! Rot your line,
The lights are on.
Be yourself in all circumstances. Don't lose your head under any circumstances. And no matter how hopeless the situation may be, row to your shore. It's like in the hit thing "Spleen" - Rot your line! Rot your line! Rot your line... Hard? Difficult? No doubt. And you still - Rot your line. And if it is not fate to get out and be saved, then at least the last moment you will meet as a hero, opening your chest with a well-done hound. However, if you are in a situation similar to Quentin Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction (1994) and your life is in the hands of two “scumbags” like Vincent Vega and Jules Winnfield, things are really bad. They're yelling at you. You'll get a toothache. You can easily be “finished” at any time. It's your fault. You've made your own judgment by deciding to throw a guy who's too nimble and hard-headed at money. It could have happened somewhere in Zanzibar or Madagascar. But in the states, and even with a gangster - a dead number. The money will shake. Even if you have to cut off your legs, put it in concrete, bury it alive in a grave. You screwed up? Get it, get it, get it.
Describe to me Marcelos Wallace!
- He's black.
- Continue!
- He's bald!
- Does he look like a bitch?
- No!
- Why the hell were you trying to fuck him like a bitch? Marcelos Wallace doesn't like to be fucked by anyone but Mrs. Wallace.
End up in the trunk of a pickup truck in the middle of Las Vegas? And not alone, but together with some young diva? Is this a joke? The program "Prankster" in all its glory? The mouth is taped. So does she. You're in a cocoon wrapped in plastic. And it's packed as well. You're on your way. You're being transported. Where? Why? Obviously not for the grand party. None of this treatment...
William Baldwin and Michael Madsen as brothers with one twist for two. They were lucky enough to accompany two unfortunate people on their last journey. Sip beer, mock, brandish cold weapons. And so that it is not boring on the road, periodically beat both “penalty”.
What about them? What's left? They were freed, but it was no easier. And an hour and a half to think about how to get out of the mess, understanding what exactly caused such “transportation” and “conversations” with us, the audience, about the topical issue.
French cinema across desert Louisiana in sliding. Where, when is the stop? Soon. Very soon. As soon as you get tired.
The film of “limited space” reminiscent of its manner and “Phone box” (2002), “Moon 2112” (2009), and “Burried alive” (2010), as well as “Lock” (2013) and even the domestic “Collector” (2013).
For a change, well, nothing. But for once. No more.
Rot your line! Rot your line! Blow your line.
6 out of 10