Knowing the location of towers of power is half the battle for survival. But you have to get them to sing!
I’ve been avoiding writing a review of Malice in Wonderland (2010) because it’s, well, nearly incomprehensible. A rendition of the classic down the rabbit hole, set in modern times, the audience is introduced to the netherworlds of shadowy figures, from the bedraggled creature in the pedestrian’s tunnel, to the lure of Whitey, the cab driver, from Harry Hunt, menacing master of the lands, to Alice herself, the baffled, and … and through it all flits questions of parentage. Who are these bodyguards, or assassins, sent by her immensely rich father? Where did mother go?
And do these netherworldly types ever really die?
A jigger of rum may help this one go down, although admittedly there’s little downtime for tilting one’s head back for that favored tipple’s chase down your rabbit hole. But wondering where the chase may lead next may be enough to keep the cable channel open, calling for your questing eye and befuddled brain.
That may have been too much rum.
