Four of a Kind

Every line and expression in this movie will draw you in while a strange tickling sensation in the back of your head will be your intelligence being woken by its subtle, brilliant plot and sub-plots. The music fading in at the end of each episode beautifully carries the dire story higher, translating it into pure emotion, as if the gods had been so brought to tears that only blues music could convey their utter dismay.

Why the music. Why instead of an abrupt transition to the next story, a quintet of dedicated, non-showy virtuousos plying their art. Couldn't the movie's story speak for itself instead of these fine musicians saying no, it couldn't, it needed us to explain?