(Pat Healy, so superb as the father in the late “Henry Gamble’s Birthday Party,” is scarcely unmistakable here, down to the insane person blend of vacancy, delight and obstinacy in his eyes.) Wyatt stalks around on his property, at times wearing a gas veil, and he is omniscient and inescapable, strike weapon pointed at his objectives from close-by slopes or crevasses. “God doesn’t play top choices,” he rambles.
At that point there’s a jump back, and the story truly begins as a gas-chugging beat-up Chevrolet pitches through the desert, a shouting man seeping to death in the rearward sitting arrangement, as the driver instructs him to hold tight. The terrified driver is Scorpion Joe (James Landry Hébert) and the shot person on the back is Scorpion Joe’s sidekick, Lenny (Michael Villar).