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Thursday, April 02, 2015

Hitman 

The drug cartels have their enforcers who do their work and keep their mouths shut.

The kidnap and kill on orders from the top. Most of them are addicts themselves and operate on a basis of fear. They know, after all, very well what awaits anyone who tries to buck or get out of the system. They do the dirty work.

One who got out and lives free today is the subject of this documentary.

El Sicario, Room 164

In a one man show, no moderator, the enforcer tells his story. Grisly, at times almost unbearable. It takes some fortitude not to cut out or FF or somehow hide from the horror he describes.

He got out when he had a spiritual awakening and made a run for it.

He succeeded, I imagine, because he had seen all the people who did not. So he had learned what not to do.

What is more he got out with his family. A new name, a new place.

It is a fascinating piece of work which is nicely paced given that we are looking at one man in a lace headpiece, kind of weird choice there, in one room for the entire time. There are occasional breaks. A fast scene of a street or night lights. A small vacation from the close quarters of the main business at hand.

It is hard to say that I enjoyed this film but I did stay with it and, while I would not see it again, am glad to have been a witness to the reality of things we often see dramatized. Things that don't come close to the reality of it.

I will give this a 3 out of Netflix5.

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