Going out with a bang instead of limply
fading away. The end credit score to this movie was the best thing about it. It
slowly crawls in on your blindside like Shinobi, lets you know it’s there by
tapping you on the shoulder, seems to slip away into the distance again like a
fingersmith with your wallet, then comes bobbing back in to give you a garden shears haircut
from the front with a choppy orchestral flair.
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