Don't Litter in Prospect Park!!

The scouts

A trash volunteer becoming a blood-soaked vigilante is exactly the kind of ridiculous, anarchic premise that consensus taste would scrub clean—and Wells leans *into* the absurdity instead of winking at it, which is why it lands.

The tonal control required to hold dark comedy and genuine violence in the same frame without tipping into parody or exploitation is considerable, but the theatrical staging suggests Wells is aware of what he's working against.

The decision to play the escalation *straight*—no cutaways, no deflation—is what makes the humor actually land; a lesser film would undercut the violence, but Wells trusts the premise enough to commit fully to it.