The movie opens to blood red writing, symbolizing the total period piece this film will become. Cobretti narrates statistics, of which we all know, 98% are made up. The note he ends on though is about how many rapes happen a day - foreshadowing the film quite well.
We next move to a room full of douchebag horrorcore rappers banging hatchets in the sky; the film flips between this and a red-lensed view of Cobretti on a motorcycle. Why a cycle? It's badass, thats why. He doesn't ride a motorcycle for the rest of the movie.
A drunken lunatic walks into a grocery store...no this isn't a joke, its how the movie starts. This jazzed up spic walks into the store in a trench coat, pulls out a shotty, and unloads on a lot of fruit. He fails to hit ANYTHING. Seriously, ANYTHING. He opens by firing at the watermelon, then a cart, then some boxes. He hits nothing, this guy is the worst shot in the world.
We then fade between the moron cops and the would-be killer
Cobretti enters the scene chewing a matchstick (how badass is this?) and is immediately told by the...
"Did he have to die??? Did you use uneccessary deadly force?" "People have rights!"