C is for Capital Punishment -- The ABCs of Death 2

Julian Gilbey’s gruesome and overwhelming C is for Capital Punishment is an all-too-obvious indictment of capital punishment, vigilante justice, mob mentality, and improper execution. An innocent man is held captive by townsfolk—quite loud, raging, and accusatory without letting him get much of a word in edge-wise—and those in attendance decide after he makes an absurd admittance for killing a missing teenage girl that is soon discovered to be quite well and alive, having run off with a twenty-something young man.

The leader of the judge, jury, and executioners can’t wait to take this innocent man off to be killed, his face and voice never ceasing to blister and accuse. The score is overbearing, the message pulpit-thumping, and the final act of extreme violence through the use of a chopping ax which doesn’t quite lop off the head as expected is as assertive as the story which leads to it. A bit too preachy for my tastes through the blunt force message it conveys. The kangaroo court, basically an inquisition in the new millennium, is gathered and a chosen folly of their need to convict and punish makes a grave error in admitting to a crime he didn't commit after they convince him that the police would be called...this was a tactic he hoped would rescue him from their mob trial that fails miserably. 

The blood on the face as a reminder of the kill pretty much works as a loud statement reiterating the sledgehammer Gilbey's little tale wields.