Summary
A besotted groundskeeper, half-pickled on dandelion wine, stumbles into a moonlit barn where pasteboard devils—lackeys in starched collars—fan a poker hand hot enough to scorch the soul. The stakes: his pulse, his memories, the scent of soil still clinging beneath his fingernails. Across felt as green as perdition, cards slide like obsidian shards; every ace is a trapdoor, every jack a giggle from the abyss. When the last chip tumbles, the gardener is dragged through a tear in the wallpaper straight into a bureaucratic Hades: red-tape corridors, brimstone fluorescent, a waiting room where imps stamp visas for despair. In a cavernous boardroom Satan himself—part CEO, part cabaret emcee—dictates memos to bowler-hatted emissaries who will sprout on Earth as sudden temptations: a gin bottle that refills, a flirtatious ankle, a jackpot that never quite pays. The film cross-cuts between the gardener’s vertiginous fall and the Devil’s terrestrial errands, stitching rural slapstick to metaphysical chill. Clay crows leer from fence posts; beetles waltz on clockwork mandibles; a single sunflower swivels to watch the moon bleed. By the time the gardener awakens—face down among zucchini vines—his shirt is singed with hoofprints, but the dawn smells of loam, not sulfur. Was the wager a delusion of delirium tremens, or did the scarecrow witness the entire transaction from its perch, button eyes glinting like spent matches?
Synopsis
A drunken gardener is challenged to a poker match by agents of the Devil; replete with location shots in Hades of the Devil giving orders to his agents on Earth.
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