This had alot of things going for it that I wanted to like more, i.e contemporary Hitchcock political mystery/thriller, incredible coastal atmosphere, a sort of Bolaño esque concern with the literary figure carrying water for the regime, but idk it just was lacking the juice to really be 2010 Chinatown. Almost felt a little anachronistic at times, the lines felt like they should have been read by actors from another era. There's several old man versus technology bits lol. Idk,…
This kind of played out like a porno that turned into a Hitchcock that on the whole wasn't too bad. A little unwieldy by the end like a lot of the 80s/90s neo noir and Hitchcock revival movies are. It's like they need up the ante by applying twist after twist, reveal after reveal.
Just like after Key Largo, this movie makes me feel the need to get down to Florida.
Southern Gothic banger and when I say gothic I do mean German Expressionism and quite frankly the Brothers Grimm as stretched shadows and uncanny shapes and angles abound in what turns out to be a straight up monster tale, Robert Mitchup going God Mode as the reptilian false prophet, snake in the grass you might say, while our precious children fleeing the relentless monster is reminiscent of Hansel and gretel or little red riding hood.
The expressionist visuals produced so…
What is LA if anything but a literal hell irrigated with stolen water by pedophile billionaire land developers, pulling profits out of the ground as well the souls of the damned trampled underfoot.
I recommend going back to this multiple times. It's a dense narrative. This and Inherent Vice would be an insane marathon double feature.
