This touched me very deeply. I am married to a man who is not out to his family, due to cultural reasons. As a result, his family doesn't even know I exist. While this is easy to manage because they live in a different country, it still breaks my heart to see him only able to be himself with me. This short gives me hope that one day his situation may improve, and he might be able to find the courage to tell them who he is, and he will be accepted and loved and no longer have to live his life in the shadows.
This was a decent enough way to spend a couple of hours, but ultimately there is nothing new or memorable about this film. Assassin is wronged, seeks revenge, realises they were betrayed by the person they trusted most, seeks more revenge, seeks atonement for their violent past, dies.
I can't say it's a bad film in any way, I did have a good time, but I can't imagine I'll remember it in a week.
Cinema, in all forms, is art. Sure, you might not see something like Birdemic or Fifty Shades of Gray as such, but they still are. This film is no different.
However, where one might compare The Godfather to the Mona Lisa, this film is, to me, the cinematic equivalent of the banana duct taped to a wall which sold for $120,000. A lot of art buffs praised it amongst themselves, but ultimately the art installation turned into mulch before too…