Courtesy of many weeks tending to the ugliest wounds the human body can contain, I list off the injuries in my head and reach a few very quick conclusions; someone only wishes to silence the weaponsmith, not kill him. And that someone is not Julian.
It was a heist within the heist, that final climactic moment in the film when a teammate betrays the crew and attempts to take the booty for themselves. Only in this film, we have no clue who that second party is. All I know is that this is no coincidence. I'd stake my life on it.
An itty bitty cloud of pink trailing after a group of grown men, I draw a few, strange glances as I accompany them to the dungeon of Belfort Castle. It is disturbingly close to the banquet hall, where everyone was eating and making merry moments before. A few turns down a dark corridor lit by torches and descending a set of stone stairs that give me intense 'hell naw' vibes, delivers us to the Belfort dungeon.
