If you're interested, this is exactly what a B movie looked like in 1994. It features creaky, platitudinous dialog, predictable situations and acting that is at times reminiscent of porn movies in its stiltedness. I offer this warning to save you some time. Three characters at complete loose ends with their lives meet in symbolic Death Valley--two men, one white, one black, and a pretty blonde babe who's left a picky, uptight lover behind--she's a wild spirit who carries a phallic camera. Oh, and the two men she meets are a "guinea" and a "black" and we are instructed that those groups, as everyone knows, traditionally don't get along. The ever popular motif of having the characters smoke a lot of cigarettes is used to signify existential despair, toughness,recklessness, and romance. Is this film with its paint by numbers plot barely watchable? I didn't think so by the end.
Review of Confessions of a Hitman
