Death in the movies is usually swift and merciful. A gun goes off, and someone's brains are splattered Pollock-like across a wall. Or a blue steel blade flashes in the night, and someone is left crumpled on the carpet, surrounded by a spreading crimson stain. Or an asteroid strikes Earth, and hundreds of colorful New Yorkers are crushed by the Chrysler Building. Sigh. We should all die so crisply and photogenically.
We don't, of course. Death is often messy and interminable--which is also a pretty good description of Meet Joe Black, in which Death with a big D takes over...
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