Not long ago outside the Laemmle 5 Theatre on Sunset Blvd. in Hollywood, I remember seeing an intriguing poster. It had figures with foreboding, glowing eyes across the top, and a man in a ragged cloak leaning over to a child. The title was simple, Ink. It seemed like the kind of film a lover of “Akira”, “Dark City” or “Bladerunner” would enjoy. It also looked like an animated film, which I love. So it stuck.