Sometimes one wonders if at some point we'll run out of gruesome things to do to people. What happened to the old fashioned rifle shot to the heart? Now we have a guy who was brought up in deplorable conditions, left in an albino-like state and forced to endure horrors. His answer is to work in a lab and come up with a way to steal the pigmentation from his victims. He's certainly a sympathetic character but he picks random people. This one gets sort of silly. I know that there is something hovering over all this, but at some point it seems that it's anything goes. One thing that is consistent, Walter always seems to have at least a remedy.
Review of Wallflower
