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!