The Hero

THE HERO

A young man, white, average height,black smart hair, eyeglasses, bookish even. Well spoken andformally dressed. The man you would se in an office, in the back of a sudio. Waiting for traffic on a Monday morning, buying insurance, sorting out bills, playing call of duty, going to the pub, watching the village football team on a saturday afternoon, he voted for Wagner on the X Factor and it doesnt matter how many books about frugs and adventure and death he reads in books like Trainspotting, Fight Club, The Beach, American Psycho he is still an insignificant cog in a dark and angry world. No matter how many films he imitates, imagining himself as Robert DeNiro, James Bond, Tyler Durden, he is a little man in the wake of a screaming sterile social train. It doesnt matter how he relates himself to media he's still a man. But now he is THE MAN. We dont know if he found a wad of cash, took a line of coke, kiled a man, rented a hooker, burned down his house or even just drove over the speed limit, maybe he's in the wrong place at the wrong time. But now he's in trouble we dont know who with or why but hes hand cuffed, bloodied, sweating through his shirt, missing teeth, a plastic bag on his head. And a knife in his heart. We watch the knife retract, blood seep back into the wound and the bag pulled off his head. We are going backwards and we will find out who the man is and what led to his untimely death at the hands of an enev more ambiguous and dangerous character, the villain.