💀☠💀☠💀☠ Yesterday's 'Western'

In my post yesterday, I expressed my intention to try and watch a movie that I had originally planned to watch with my younger brother, but which he said he had already recently watched on his own.

Well, I was able to watch it in its entirety early last evening, drinking two cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer as I did so. My wife was even home ─ she arrived when I was quite early into the movie.

To end any suspense, the movie was 2017's O Matador ─ better known in English as The Killer.

It kept one's interest, but there wasn't a main male character who was 'good'. The main character ("Shaggy") named himself because he had been raised in the desert by a killer who had found him about to be eaten by a cougar when "Shaggy" was a mere squalling baby. However, "Shaggy" was left on his own when he was likely a pre-teen when the killer ─ only known as "Seven Ears" ─ made one of his solitary day-and-a-half trips to the nearest town and then never came back.

So the boy waited until he was a man well into his 20s before he finally went in search of "Seven Ears" at the lawless town where "Shaggy" knew "Seven Ears" always went.

"Shaggy" had absolutely no morals because "Seven Ears" never bothered to let him know a thing about Christianity ─ he only taught him how to survive and be an efficient killer.

"Shaggy" easily killed people, but he drew the line at women and children ─ he just didn't happen to form attachments with them. However, he learned that precious stones had value ─ and they were especially valuable when it came to whoring, something he truly became addicted to.

I don't want to go on talking about the plot, suffice to say that the whole storyline revolved around its telling by a young man with two small boys off in the desert wilderness who seemed to have fallen to the mercies of a pair of very hard armed men who found the story entertaining ─ this was the basis for the tale.

One got the impression that only the story-telling was keeping the young man and the two little boys from coming to harm by the gunslinger-type desperados caught up in the tale.

"Shaggy" reminded me somewhat of the retarded Jesus character in the Preacher T.V. series. His dental work and mouth had that same 'retarded' look ─ like he was slack-jawed or open-mouthed and basically simple. 

Actually, there were a few people who either were like that, or else who looked very similar to being so.

Anyway, "Shaggy" ultimately learns that "Seven Ears" was killed by another killer only known as "the Gringo", but that latter killer was occasionally employed by the same man (Monsieur Blanchard) that "Shaggy" got himself employed by as a hired killer.

"Shaggy" apparently got to work for Monsieur Blanchard for a number of years, for there comes a time when he learns that the first whore he got sexually involved with had produced a son from their union, and the boy was ─ by the time "Shaggy" learned of him ─ possibly anywhere from eight to 10 years old, by my estimation.

"Shaggy" learned of his son because another woman was unloading him onto "Shaggy" as a result of the boy's mother having just been sexually abused and killed, and this other woman ─ probably another whore ─ didn't want the responsibility of the kid.

I won't say anything more about the movie except that none of the characters had anything redemptive to offer a viewer hoping for some uplift.

Yes, it was an interesting movie; but its conclusion was open-ended. That is, it had no real conclusion. We do learn who the young man telling the story to the two desperados was, but I cannot recall that it was explained who the two young boys with him were, nor what their circumstances were.

Basically, it was an 'empty' movie that should only appeal to viewers who enjoy action-laced violence, and care for little more ─ except for maybe some sexual depravity.  

Sometimes an actress or even an actor in a foreign movie garners sufficient attention from me that I find myself considering seeing more of their work, but that was not the case with this movie. 

Incidentally, the movie was fairly well dubbed into English, but I noticed other versions were in Portuguese with and even without English subtitles. (Yes, I was using our Android TV Box to locate sources.) 

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I took a break this afternoon, and then got around to absolute iniquity and exhausted further blogging time. I have nothing further I care to say.

Incidentally, my wife had to work the full day, so she left us around 10 a.m. to catch her bus for the final time, I reckon. Tomorrow she keeps an appointment in which she ought to be getting back her driver's licence following the termination recently of her three-month driving prohibition.

Again ─ enough said for today.