REVIEW: ‘Possum Walk’

Death wears a non-descript white mask in "Possum Walk".
Death wears a non-descript white mask in "Possum Walk".

I am a city boy. I want to live somewhere surrounded by concrete, near a bustling road with sodium streetlights pigmenting the world in their pale tangerine hues. I need Internet, cable TV and a good Chinese restaurant I can go to at three in the morning if I want to. Born here, raised here and will probably die here.

If I’m really lucky, it will be of natural causes.

Ironically, something just doesn’t feel natural about small towns to me. They just feel so… normal. Too normal, even and like they say, if something seems too good to be true, it probably is. I remember going to a little town in Colorado once that looked like it was straight out of a picture postcard, so naturally I thought there had to be something weird and disturbing going on there. All small towns are like that.

“Possum Walk” proves me right.

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