| There is ‘noir’, and there is ‘noir’ that is so slick and sly that even Elmore Leonard might be tempted to leap out of bed and look to his laurels.
When five bored rich kids bet each other as to who will be the first to drive an innocent victim of their choice to death, little do they realise that one of those they randomly select in a shopping mall is the Mafia’s top West Coast hitman.
How would they know? He is black and without a single fluid ounce of Italian blood in his… |
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