Chekhov’s old dictum hits us with a Proustian gush: if you find a flare gun in the drawer in the first act, that flare gun is going to go off in the third. We file this information away in a mental drawer marked ‘Set-Up’. But Barreto isn’t about to task his audience with retaining information: this Chekhovian distress signal is moments away from a thrilling discharge.
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