The anti-True Romance

This filmⁱ is the exact, absolute opposite, played for a different director by the exact same opposite Christian Slater. You will not believe your eyes, nor would you in a million years have guessed the lead is Slater. Shocking, the actual range of that oft-disregarded actor, so easily mistaken for a B series action flick hero.

In it, a nobody, a cockroach, a pointless office drone dies. And in that short second between the click and the bang, his entire life rolls before his eyes. Except, not his life as it actually was, the cold glassy life flowing in an objective reality he keeps scarce custom with. Instead, his life as he imagines it could have proceeded were he not killed, and were he not the killer. And were he not a cockroach, and were the rivers made of syrup and the riverbanks of marmalade and if the koi could talk and if the colibri cared enough to speak to him as some sort of later day Francis of Assisi.

They could have found an actual hottie for the role, Cuthbert doesn't cut it. They could have found a better asshole boss than the anodyne William Macy - say Malkovich, or Baldwin, or even Clint Eastwood for crying out loud, or Susan Sarandon, or Paris Hilt...well maybe not her, but you get the general idea. They couldn't however have found a better homicidal maniac subjective double than David Wells, guy's excellent in the role.

Anyway, if you liked True Romance (the director's cut!) I propose you see this too. You'll probably enjoy it, in the cultivated, comparative manner educated people enjoy things.

1. He Was a Quiet Man, 2007, by Frank A. Cappello with Christian Slater, Elisha Cuthbert. [↩]