By Jason Kerr
Jared Asher Harris’s Meat Cleaver sees Wendy arrive into the next life oblivious to her situation. Her head adorning a modified headband, a meat clever if you will. This is pointed out in no uncertain terms by the majestic higher heavenly authority figure behind the desk. Once reality gets hold, Wendy has questions and the answers lie in the depths of hell.
Hell is an office in a heatwave with no air conditioning, (in reality and for the purpose of the film) and the heat consumes every frame in this devilish sequence. Wendy’s attacker is close to facing an eternity in those fiery bowels. Her attacker pleads his case to the Devil who is like a pissed-off boss, a realist who has given into the heat but does not want to suffer fools.
With a suggestion of forgiveness after a cold heart-to-heart with the Devil, the killer gets the opportunity to cheat the heat, if he convinces Wendy to forgive him. On a hotline to heaven, the pair discuss the issue of death, murder and the choices made that cannot be undone. Needless to say, the call’s outcome is hellish for the attacker as Wendy is understandably not in a forgiving mood.
The characters are great particularly the Devil’s character for me. Rob Moore does a good job, the writing is excellent. There is also a killer theme song that reminds me of the great indie college rock bands of the 90’s that the USA pumped out.
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