Because, you know, as it says in the review on the box, "Nothing makes the Great Depression sexier than alchemy, gun battles, and good-looking Mafia hitmen."
Me: You know, when Ravyn watches this, we should tell her not to get too attached to the cute red-headed conductor, 'cause he ends up wearing a red shirt real fast.
Me: *sings* Factually true staaaaatement!
Dragonsdaughter: Drenched in the blood of his enemies' mangled remains is not the TRADITIONAL definition of the term, ya know.*
(*yes, for her birthday, we decided Ravyn wanted-- among other things-- a good-looking, completely awesome, psycho red-head assassin. Who, btw, pretty much falls at first sight for the cute dark-haired girl with the mad knife skills...)