By Julie Denice Griffin
Thebes, Illinois 35 miles of Chicago ~ The realistic hometown life of a group of gangsters at small range revealed, this film makes you think of things like guns for hire and things truly done in the dark. The underground of hatred and evil and violent rage, a farm out in the middle of nowhere, all a setting which provides for some rather godless outlaw activity. Civilians with not enough or just enough wrong isolated power to terrorize the innocent and get away with it all, until some law enforcement officials finally find enough light out of the darkness to stop the thing for good.
For those mesmirized by the sullen fallacy that a small town equals boredom, the film motif of the car abandoned, on the farm or better yet of autos never legally awarded to begin with and seemed as stolen the film does an excellent job of revealing how deeply evil underground gangsters go at times to hide bodies they moved around whether half dead or already murdered. The beast not yet solid in concrete though, the motley crew here keeps local Cape Girardeau, Missouri deputies busy enough. "Tell me where you put Karl's files, or I'll kill him Jamie in front of you." White gloves and the head gangster of the independent film heats things up at the Town House Hotel. Parts of the film, which included some on location shots at Pitter's Cafe' and Lounge on Broadway in Cape Girardeau, the underground rock and roll cafe' formerly named The Mud House, filming also took place much like the present Gone Girl film all around the small town.
North 3 ~ Heading over the present bridge of Cape Girardeau, Missouri, no bridge saves the cargoed victim who red and yet with a more selective scarlet and crimson wet blood beating, the crimes of the criminal here played by Skully Shemwell, and while research revealed some two past much earlier collector style films of the same name which along the lines of the crime scene estopelle, imitate this film, one made during 1921 and the other the year of 1948 another similar crime mystery and thriller, starring Anthony Holles, Rory McDermott, Reddy Hughes, Pat Hicks and Cyril Chamberlain. Most films which file along similar veins of heavy violence propituate the common thread of a no holds bar of anger or hatred.
Dark on dark, the stars which also include Darren Burgfeld, J.W. McCrary, Timexx Nasty and a full cast of others all outlaw hoods whose only interest at one point seems to reside around stopping one housewife from taking a much needed vacation, lee escape by via way of suitcase from the two ensuing seeming brother related gangster team. However, the film is rich with the hint of some rather delicious local violence. And the also local made film, seems so exciting on the face of the traditional film style, all straight acting with no music. The criminals almost seem to scream cry the song There Ought To Be A Law Against Me, and also that no matter which way they rolled the dice, there they were all together onboard something that tasted of destiny and spoke of things that that was the way it ought to be. And so the same progression around the story line, which at times seems like so much real life, acting that raw shows what the primarily male acting staff seemed to crave.
"I called the Cape Girardeau Police Department ~ They might show up tommorow morning," boasted one man to another fellow citizen of the town where a crime seems to have occurred. Although murders which carry the same proximation of a missing hand, and the motive for the death, and a few situations that make even you the viewer believe the story true each one that follows, logic serves no prison time yet as the main criminal who beat the man in the concrete cow milk barn half to death on the large once open farm property still abides and runs loose on the grounds of the same time. At that same time, endemic, the motif of the exact town location although filmed within the boundaries of Cape Girardeau, Missouri and the vicinity might serve to include any small town say an hour away or more throughout Missouri or across the river. Nevertheless, one thing remains the same, and that is that the mightier angels than some who know preserve the lives of other would be small town or otherwise victims throughout the land who with or without no say about the circumstances presented to them only want to do good or go with the flow, and according to the portrayed temperament of the townspeople of the independent made film, all of the days of this life anyway.
The Grapes of Wrath though that many escape during the intercourse of the film life presented here, represent nothing short of a motif for violence that the goateed star of the film clearly portrays he enjoys. His acting so convincing, at times due to the express simplicity of the film style, still the acting confident and realistic enough to convince even an amateur viewer that the poor soul might had tuned into an episode of Cops. At the same time, the unidentified and now murdered and dead white male who seemed to drift in and out of a conscienceness of vague wondering of that he thought he had really got away with some sordid nuisance, and then at the threshold of a truer reality finds out what he feared the most. He did not.
Whether you liked the film or not as well seems of no great matter, for the thing of the process seems of such a great taste, it is like a bunch of good grapes. You just want to tip the head of your existential lover back and keep feeding him more. A vigilante of reward for a job well done, at moments of the film you do not know whether you are dipping into a Hemingway, or at times and a time again to drink the river of a more tepid and dangerous mafia. And even though the real story about the motivation of true crimes and the ultra violent titilation of the mitigation for the biggest desire to beat and stab and kill at times eludes even the most avid and cruel viewer. But for those who like this, it is artsy entertainment gore at it's finest.
Good story telling though as the film here exhibits helps to outweigh the bad and as truths often reveal, the true facts behind every criminal or investigative matter, sometimes only some rather brief and insignificant and airy research reveal much more than expected. But from the railway yards of the river by the bluff where the Jesuits once endowed their great prayers and of course along this river people are happy to give and you really don't have to worry if you got no money. The accommodation for information required, it seemed each new victim of the film was glad to give a hand and generally almost soul free. Of course in line with another quality venue of the racy moving picture, the critic does not want to give away the plot of the film fully. As the night watch so worthy of each viewer here, or the better action, better than most films with fancy and expensive props or music dubbed to blind out bad acting, the film Dark Road does not exist to fit such a category. A most gratifying production, the 2009 criminal genre of a clear and present danger not at all vague, the product a masterpiece, not just due to the local desire, but a likely cult fellowship based on a great accord.