The Mexican

A very funny romp through organised crime, feuds, and a cursed custom revolver, which is really all about a bickering couple.

Our protagonist is apparently dimwitted, but street smart. After accidentally leading a mob boss to jail, he is roped into the organisation, doing mostly fetch quests. His girlfriend doesn’t approve, she just wants to go to Vegas and be a croupier.

She doesn’t approve of his tone either, and has all the psychology lingo to back it up: blame shifting, projecting, TIMEOUT! Group therapy helps.

After borking the last job offscreen, our protagonist needs to fetch a mythical gun from rural Mexico, and he is free. His buddy is even more dimwitted than him, a straight arrow that does everything by the book, including the hideous hairstyles.

What happens Mexico stays in Mexico, and it involves multiple carjackings, riding donkeys, and a stray dog. Love prevails, helped by deep thoughts spouted by a professional hitman, with classic Barty Crouch Jr. plot holes.


This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.

Ephemera of Vision