There is a regrettable sub-category of crime movies (there seems to be a few every year) that takes former tough guys and action heroes (Clint Eastwood, Arnold, Stallone, even Willis (who is a bit younger), etc.) and sends them around the movie track one more time, complete with walkers with racing stripes. Usually with PG 13 attached. Now I don't mind seeing these guys, older now, playing tough roles as aging guys. It can be done, and without becoming parodies of their former selves. What I would like to see is one of these guys plugged into a script by Dave Zelserman. It might have a scene it like this:
His new found boldness was annoying and I decided I liked it better when he was too afraid to say much of anything. I leaned in closer to him and told him how much he looked like I guy I once knew, and it was the truth.
"Duane Halvin," I said. "Big roly-poly kid. Thirty years old and still had baby fat. Christ, the two of you could have been separated at birth." I leaned in closer, added, "I had to put an ice pick through his eye, and thing was, I used to see Duane all the time at the track and I liked the guy. He was fun to hang around. You, not so much."
This is coming from sixty something Leonard March, night time janitor and former hit man with 28 confessed kills, confronting a mouthy rent-a-cop. Killer is now the second impressive novel I've read by Zeltserman. It's pacing, and voice, is completely different from the earlier Pariah. March has the measured voice of an older man, and the overall story is told in a simple present-past style via alternating chapters, as March looks back on his past crimes, while trying to live through his present difficulties and reintegrate back into society. It doesn't have the manic edge of Pariah. Doesn't need it. And if Kyle Nevin, the violent lunatic from Pariah, ever had a run in with Leonard, I'd put my chips on the geezer.