Under the Silver Lake

You can smell the paranoia from here.

Or maybe it’s just BO.

Either way, Andrew Garfield’s grungy accidental private eye carves a lonely path through ooky-kooky L.A., hunting for a missing woman who may not be really missing, his brain a mess of wild theories.

Meanwhile someone is killing dogs, the Homeless King rules from the shadows, and “Jesus and the Brides of Dracula” perform every night at a house party near you.

Little of it makes any sense – which is kinda, sorta the point – but it makes for a great ride on a mental rollercoaster headed for Crazy Town.

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