'Fatal Choices' Evaluation

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This is my final review. I feel that the small changes that I have made since the last draft have really set this review apart. Moving the text on the right up has improved the overall image of the text as it is now all in-line and fills out the page more. I have changed the whole image, and although it is not a direct screen grab I feel that the image creates synergy between the review and the film. The time on the watch is the exact same time that is mentioned in my film and is shown on the phone, therefore this image is almost a teaser and forebodes what is going to happen in the film at that time. I have also made the stat rating more prominent on the page by filling in the stars that it achieved and leaving the outline of the stars it did not achieve. This makes the rating section stand out much more and helps to catch the readers eye and draw them in - as looking at the rating is one of the factors that decides if you are going to read the review and further watch the film.

Script with Directions.

I'm a ghost - I live in the shadows - I could be in the room right now and you'd never know it.

I take my job very seriously - planning each and every detail with acute precision.

But why is this important to me? I am a hit man.

Well, a hit-woman if you want to be pedantic about it. But nonetheless, I am a born and bred killer.

I study my targets maliciously; I become them. I get to know them inside and out, leaving no stone unturned.

(Laughs)

Some might say I know them better than themselves.

Who am I? Who am I really?

Getting Excited: Who is this woman you're watching get ready?... Calming down: That... I guess you'll never know.

On the surface, I am an average woman.

You could pass me on the street, I would smile back at you politely. Whilst all the time, you would have no idea that I could kill you with my bare hands.

Leaving no possible spec of evidence. Very broken - short sharp slow words. 

I go about my routines just as any other would.

It's almost like having a normal job - except, I don't go and sit in an office all day long, whilst monotony creeps in, consuming what it is people call their 'life'.

As Cyndi Lauper would say, 'Girls just wanna have fun'. And that is exactly what I get to do. Vast amounts of money transferred into my off-shore bank account. Tax free. No government tracking... All there for me to spend, spend, spend in my free time - what more could a girl ask for?

You could say it is an easy life... If you don't count the endless rival agencies and contractors putting out a hit on me, and trying to kill me. That's probably what has made me so paranoid.

I can't be in, say a restaurant or on a train without thinking the person next to me, or opposite me, has been hired to kill me, or capture me and conduct some unthinkable methods of torture on me, whilst they try and extract all sorts of information from me - like who I work for.

Other than that, I enjoy the simple pleasures in life - I have my dreams... To get out of this business, move away, somewhere hot, get a new identity, a big house - Very excitedly: OH! maybe a Ferrari... But. Calmed down - monotone-Flat: Where I am at the moment, that dream is a long.. long way away.

My life is nothing to be proud of. I receive hits from anonymous contractors. They give no reason. No motive. Just get. The job. Done.

I could be killing innocent people for all I know. All I do know, is that I take my job to the next extreme with the detail I go to...

Could be linked to my OCD I guess... Yep, A woman with OCD that is a hit man - how more conventional could you get hey?

My routines can get quite bad. Sometimes they can interfere with a hit. I have to take my tablets at  specific times. If I don't - I panic, my body refuses to move. I go into breakdown. This causes a time delay. When you're working on killing with force, chaos erupts if you miss-time. It may seem bizarre. But to me, sometimes it can mean life or death.

As for this hit, well the target is actually VERY similar to myself... Which has made it easy. A simple tablet swap. Routine really. No fingerprints. No blood. No evidence. Just like I said. First tablet she takes today at 14:23. I'll give it about an hour and then...

Job done.