Wolodarsky hasn't a clue.
He obviously tries to make a point about the self righteous attitude people have towards others. It's a good point.
It was a point poorly made here.
A bookie is promoted to hit man. Okay, there's the first clue we have that Wolodarsky doesn't have a clue. He must never have been outside his drawing room. The idea is beyond ludicrous. A bookie is the last person you would want for a hit man. A bookie is working with numbers and times. The bookie is the community's retired man, whom the law knows about, whom the tea party ladies know about, who performs the local service. Often, the mob does drag him in for their own profits, too.
However, no one outside of the bubble boy community will believe a bookie would make a natural hit man by virtue of being a bookie.
So, the premise is that the "new hit man" is an "everyman", but here again it fails. This "everyman", we learn at the end, is a complete psychopath.
The movie spends over an hour on what Saturday Night Live could say in 30 seconds. The idea is that whenever someone is "whacked", the people who know have to "raionalize" it. They need to justify it.
Indeed, nearly ever murder, ever atrocity, every war crime, is "self justified" this way. The people who learn of it must think the victim deserves it.
It's not funny. It's not even dark humor. It fails miserably. It probably would have been a decent 2 minute sketch or short. But again, Wolodarsky just doesn't have a clue.
He obviously tries to make a point about the self righteous attitude people have towards others. It's a good point.
It was a point poorly made here.
A bookie is promoted to hit man. Okay, there's the first clue we have that Wolodarsky doesn't have a clue. He must never have been outside his drawing room. The idea is beyond ludicrous. A bookie is the last person you would want for a hit man. A bookie is working with numbers and times. The bookie is the community's retired man, whom the law knows about, whom the tea party ladies know about, who performs the local service. Often, the mob does drag him in for their own profits, too.
However, no one outside of the bubble boy community will believe a bookie would make a natural hit man by virtue of being a bookie.
So, the premise is that the "new hit man" is an "everyman", but here again it fails. This "everyman", we learn at the end, is a complete psychopath.
The movie spends over an hour on what Saturday Night Live could say in 30 seconds. The idea is that whenever someone is "whacked", the people who know have to "raionalize" it. They need to justify it.
Indeed, nearly ever murder, ever atrocity, every war crime, is "self justified" this way. The people who learn of it must think the victim deserves it.
It's not funny. It's not even dark humor. It fails miserably. It probably would have been a decent 2 minute sketch or short. But again, Wolodarsky just doesn't have a clue.