Corrupt L.A. in the 50s. A series of murder cases, three different detectives. Directed by Curtis Hanson.
Ah, Russel Crowe was a young, promising actor once. Guy Pearce has done a better job choosing good scripts after this film. Hanson doesn't go overboard in film noir pastiches, giving it a more contemporary look, but c'mon, not even the journalists wear hats?! All the actors do good work, but the real star of the film is the sharp as a nail script. As a viewer you're asked to actually pay attention, something that doesn't happen too much in movies today, and at the end it pays off - you feel like you've taken a real journey with these characters. This is the film that should have won the Oscar for 97, not Titanic, but oh, well... Rollo Tomassi.
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