By Larry Babb
Logline: Lucca, cold
and unemotional, stood there in the gutted out window... his face streaked with soot and blood. His shirt barely
covering his hairy chest, he was oblivious to the TV cameras recording his every move. In his right hand, reflecting
the glare of the spot lights was a viciously honed straight razor. His left hand was wrapped in the hair of the prison
guard, whose head was pulled back, his jugular straining against his naked skin. The without warning, Lucca slashed
the throat of "Pockets" Fallon, splashing blood on the television screens all over America.
And so opens one of the really feel-good and uplifting
movies of the year!