The perfect man. The original name of the thing (Hit List) is an uncomplicated game of words, built on the concepts of "hitparad" and "hitman" - the American slang designation of the killer. Opus, apparently, has a meager, almost student budget - this is said by little-known actors on the cover and some inconclusive cardboard of the characters, but he himself is so cute and witty, and the director so freshly managed to notice the subtleties of life that the film is quite suitable for a quiet evening viewing after a long day of work. And yes, while watching, do not take your eyes off the main character - there is an opportunity to look at the ideal man, which I, alas, will never become - brutal and at the same time gentle, refined, the slightest bit of sentimental.
There is a sound moral component in the film, quite in the Christian spirit. That's what my ex-wife always told me - thought is material and emotion can be destructive. The main character at some point is acutely aware of the need to reconsider their attitude to the people around them. Unfortunately, not for long - the laws dictate the genre.