Michael Cuesta (2017)
Killing is a trade. A craft passed down through apprenticeship. Hunters building boot camps with tax funds. Blood thirst praised as patriotism. CIA agents operate above written agreements, and their skills go relatively unharnessed. A close inner circle of peers all with swivel necks.
Mitch comes into their camp as an outsider. He conducts his business without a supervisor, even though he is being constantly supervised. His autonomy is only in his head, and his determination gets undermined by strangers' bullets. Once vigilante, now a trained dog, Mitch still has the bite that caught the feds' attention.
Stan attempts to break Mitch, but seems to strangle him into a compromise. A legend of death, Stan is the handler of special brutes. Wrangling Mitch is futile, but this old buck has a deep seeded believe in discipline. A venomous knack for mental warfare and Mitch receives the blunt of Stan's mind missiles.
The aftermath reveals a gooey soft membrane of a man pulverizes by murder. Mitch remains outstretched and vulnerable, but Stan eases his offense. He delivers a sermon of objectivity to the broken boy. An apocalyptic promise to Mitch that fighting which crosses into personal wells will lead to a shameful demise.
"Don't let things get personal." Words that Stan would brand on his students if it were ethical. Words that Mitch resents and only follows intermittently. The young firecracker blazes into enemy territory with unrelated vengeance. He transplants other people's sins onto his newly acquired targets, and slaughters the same face over and over again.
Killing is a trade. A craft passed down through apprenticeship. Hunters building boot camps with tax funds. Blood thirst praised as patriotism. CIA agents operate above written agreements, and their skills go relatively unharnessed. A close inner circle of peers all with swivel necks.
Mitch comes into their camp as an outsider. He conducts his business without a supervisor, even though he is being constantly supervised. His autonomy is only in his head, and his determination gets undermined by strangers' bullets. Once vigilante, now a trained dog, Mitch still has the bite that caught the feds' attention.
Stan attempts to break Mitch, but seems to strangle him into a compromise. A legend of death, Stan is the handler of special brutes. Wrangling Mitch is futile, but this old buck has a deep seeded believe in discipline. A venomous knack for mental warfare and Mitch receives the blunt of Stan's mind missiles.
The aftermath reveals a gooey soft membrane of a man pulverizes by murder. Mitch remains outstretched and vulnerable, but Stan eases his offense. He delivers a sermon of objectivity to the broken boy. An apocalyptic promise to Mitch that fighting which crosses into personal wells will lead to a shameful demise.
"Don't let things get personal." Words that Stan would brand on his students if it were ethical. Words that Mitch resents and only follows intermittently. The young firecracker blazes into enemy territory with unrelated vengeance. He transplants other people's sins onto his newly acquired targets, and slaughters the same face over and over again.
final words:
EMOTION KILLS, BULLETS OBEY