It’s rare in a film for plans to fall through. Nearly everything the hero purposes to do works out–and this is true of the major ordeal and all the minor ordeals, as well. I think this is why I find myself so bored with most action films. An elaborate plot is hatched to steal this or hijack that. Thirty minutes later, it’s done. There was never a chance it wouldn’t work out.
Marty Supreme felt like a live wire because plans often fell through. When plans fell through, the characters had to work out something else–and even that something else wasn’t guaranteed to work.
There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. 