Then I watched my work project for the day DILLINGER IS DEAD. Yes, it was a strange film, basically the mundane evening and morning of a discontented man: he cooks his own dinner after he is left cold leftovers by his wife, he polunders in the pantry and finds an old revolver which may have been the property of John Dillinger (hence the title of the film), a gun he proceeds to work on all night off and on taking it apart, oiling it and getting it to work. He shows old home movies and tries to jump into them on the wall. He sneaks upstairs and dallies with the live-in maid. He takes a snake toy and squirms it around his sleeping wife (who's dead to the world after taking two sleeping pills). And on and on all night long.
Won't spoil the ending for anyone who might want to see it, but it does, of course, come as a surprise after all of the nothing things that happen during the evening.
