Not sure I would have bought a DVD called The Caveman’s Valentine, but in the UK this goes by the title Sign of the Killer.

It’s a bit on the weird side: Samuel L Jackson plays a formerly brilliant pianist now living in a cave and obviously mentally unstable. The scenes of his ‘moth-seraphs’ inside his head art quite stunningly odd! This ‘caveman’ finds himself caught up in something, after a dead body is found in the tree outside his home. Accident, or murder? Does it involve the victim’s homeless friends, or the high arty crowd he worked with, or something else entirely?

SLJ is quite brilliant. The story feels slightly patched together, but is a bit different from most things out there.

I’ve seen Mr. Jackson play a tough but fair Jedi Master, a hard-nosed but somewhat uncertain bad-man, a guy on a plane full of snakes in a movie trailer, and Shaft. But – even after all this – watching Samuel L. Jackson play a homeless (excuse me – cave dwelling) virtuoso-genius-whacked-out-crazy-person was great. I really enjoyed this movie – and not solely for Jackson’s performance (although the omni-corrupt Cornelius Gould Stuyvesant and his insidious Y-Rays and Z-Rays were tops). I had no idea what to expect from this movie except the awesomeness that is Samuel L. Mutha #$%@ing Jackson; but I highly recommend it for consumption.