Nothing says goodbye like a bullet.
Raymond Chandler’s detective moves into the paranoid ’70s, blowing up our preconceptions about the genre along the way.
This time out, Philip Marlowe, played by a rumpled Elliott Gould, is depicted as a “born loser,” betrayed by his own friends, knocked around by life, unable to even hold on to his cat.
But he still has a gun, and a moral code, even if it’s fraying badly around the edges.
Stalking the truth in a case that hits close to home, our downtrodden PI won’t like what he’ll find.
But he’ll deal with it.