Review by John Beutler
GUNS, GIRLS, ALIENS, ZOMBIES...AND CAKE, TOO!!! OK, folks...let me spin you a most excellent, albeit most unusual tale; it might sounds familiar at first, but the contrived, 'oh yeah, that's right' events abruptly skew into something not that far removed from the outer limits...and beyond. You see, we have here two able-bodied, well-skilled, black suited hitmen, trading amusing quips back and forth, and doing what they do best...BANG, BANG (...sound familiar??). One, a smart aleck, silver-tongued devil of a ladies' man, with his right hand deftly on the trigger, and his left hand, down at his...well, you get the picture. The other...equally armed, but this guy's a devoted family man, neurotically trying to hold things together...deathly afraid his wife wants to divorce him, and wouldn't you know it?? He forgets his son's birthday (...shame, shame, shame). No present. No cake. No party clown. No nothing. And so, our intrepid duo desperately sallies forth, to get what they need; but first, they need to finish their hit of the day.