Watched Django Unchained again the other night with some folks who hadn't seen it before. About two seconds of a panning shot following a gunfight immediately brought the concluding sequences of each level of Hotline Miami to mind and provoked the thoughts that make up this post on the "celebration of carnage" represented frequently in Tarantino movies and in Hotline Miami. Memory is a funny thing.
Sarra says this post reads more like stuff I write when I'm writing well (as opposed to a lot of what I've written lately). She's probably write. She usually is about these kind of things.