we are stranded
in an abstract concrete desolationscape
lit by vehicular headlights
hard men fire their guns
into a dude
round after round
into just the one dude
the dude
is squibbing off
little timed explosives packed with raw hamburger and crimson corn syrup
to simulate getting blown away
like in an action movie
but the guy just keeps on squibbing off
it’s not just an effect rigged for a specific action
it has become the entire movie
two hours
of the dude flailing and twitching about
blasting syrup and beef all over the place
we get cutaways of hard men firing guns
at first
but then
we get cutaways of the hard men reloading
and then
hard men patting themselves down for stray ammo
and then
finally
hard men just looking confused
because they’ve fired every last bullet
not a bullet left to fire
and yet squib dude just keeps on a-squibbin’
some of the hard men wander off into the night
some sit down upon the concrete to see how much longer squib dude’ll go
a select few start making gunshot noises with their mouths while jerking their spent Tommy Guns and Uzis and Kalashnikovs all about in a pantomime of recoil
squib dude keeps on squibbing into the mysterious night
we cut to a shot of the hard men who wandered off repeatedly walking into an oppressively bland concrete wall, bouncing off, walking back into it, bouncing off, walking back into it, some kind of dumbass eternal recurrence
squib dude keeps on squibbing into the mysterious night
