Chapter 27

28 days later, after a period of Trainspotting, he was On The Road
Leaving Las Vegas, he Saw 12 Monkeys on The Road To Perdition
The Filth And The Fury in the Hamlet had lead him to seek The Good Shepherd
Like a Man On Fire, he took The Proposition and went Bowling For Columbine
He lost Control. Surely no Ordinary Decent Criminal with a Blade for Killing Zoe
Would tell The Awful Truth?

Suspect Zero was an Easy Rider. In Saving Private Ryan on Training Day he had
Killed Edmond In Cold Blood. These Confessions Of A Dangerous Mind brought together Sample People, Dead Fish and Straw Dogs. An American Psycho seeking Payback had gotten The Wrong Man. In 15 minutes, The Master was Death Proof. Like Django Unchained, with a History Of Violence he made for Hotel Noir. With Four Rooms to choose from, he plonked his 44 Inch Chest on a bed of Blue Velvet.
This was no Pulp Fiction. With 3000 Miles To Graceland, he began to feel the Heat.
Not since The Trip from Truth Or Consequences New Mexico to Mulholland Drive had he been so glad of an Intermission.

It had come as a Blow. True Romance had shown him Ecstasy. But if he was to get out of Sin City alive, he would need a Full Metal Jacket. Just then, One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest. He took it for a Memento and took the Helter Skelter to Kalifornia.

All he had wanted was to be Happy. From that first Touch from her Angel Heart there’d been a Stir Of Echoes. He’d fallen for her, Lock, Stock and Two Smokin’ Barrels. But he wouldn’t let her become Bride Of The Monster. So like Some Kind Of Monster, all he could do was Walk The Line. She contacted her God Father. He was Unbreakable. As a Taxi Driver embroiled in the Gangs of New York, he would simply Love, Honour And Obey. Sonny, as they called him, was also a DeerHunter. He was versed in Carlito’s Way. He gathered a Platoon of 300. They were Goodfella’s alright. Natural Born Killers every one of them, right down to the one with the Scarface. He was wanted as Gangster No.1 in every known Casino.

Surely this was all a Requiem For A Dream? Not since the age of Seven and his first taste of Snatch had he been in This Divided State. Like a Rock N Rolla, with a PIE in one hand and The Black Dahlia in the other, he had sworn that “There Will Be Blood”. But now called for New Hope. It was time for Plan 9 From Outer Space. Whilst The Road was Rocky, it was lined with Willow. The Machinist, The Big Lebowski, WithNail and I were Breaking Bad. Like Dumb And Dumber after an ounce of Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, we were Donnie Darko!! It was a Prozac Nation. It brought on A Fantastic Fear Of Everything. We quickly became The Departed and jumped onboard the 3:10 To Yuma. Surely this was Apocalypse Now? The Prestige had gone. Like the Blade Runner and the Raging Bull before us, we learned Kung Fu, joined a Fight Club and were Anonymous for 7 Years In Tibet.

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