Such is the theme of "In Bruges" - a film that is Tarantino meets Mathew Vaughn on acid. Not since Layer Cake has a film engendered such a riveting sarc-comedy about the world of hit-men. The humor is dark, and the script is almost comic book-ish in its twisted madness (there's a coke-fiend dwarf moviestar, and this is not science fiction), centered around three stellar performances - Colin Farrell, Brendan Gleeson and Ralph Fiennes, to the backdrop of Bruges, a quaint Belgian village.
Bruges becomes synonymous to purgatory as you get into the meat of the movie, and realize that there is penitence that each character carries. And quite like life, even though the end may seem warped to many, without any form of justification, its time to accept that, even in the non-contract-killing world, that's pretty much how things are.
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