Even though the summer blockbuster season hasn't begun yet and it's only the third week of April, I can state with confidence that Sinners is, at least thus far, the best film of the year. Considering how long stories about vampires have been told, it can be difficult to add anything significant to their lore. These animals have long been used as metaphors for moral lessons and warning stories about the perils of allowing evil into your life. There hasn't been anything this potent in a long time, but each storyteller has their own interpretation of what these "devils" stand for.
It isn't a horrible story either, despite its complicated and morally dubious messiness. Walker, a big-city homicide detective, is the walking, talking embodiment of the worst aspects of that line of work. He's presented the idea of murdering a man, burying the corpse in a barrel in a lake, and taking a large sum of money that is stashed away in some filthy criminal hideout. His introductory narration says that some of this man's activities cannot be justified like the rest of his corrupt behaviors, and that since he has now passed that line, Walker cannot turn back—or something drearily nihilistic like that notion.
