I saw the Killer in 1990 at the NuArt in Santa Monica. I was 22. Early on the images onscreen propelled me involuntarily to my feet in abject astonishment. It remains a singular monk meant in my moviegoing history.
God bless Woo, Chow and everyone else who lent a hand, no
Matter how tangetially, to creating this work of Art.
God bless Woo, Chow and everyone else who lent a hand, no
Matter how tangetially, to creating this work of Art.