He can’t win.
Trudging through a fractured time frame, a cigarette often pressed between his lips, the low-rent private eye brought to life by the always-great John Hawkes is a man one step behind.
An L.A. lifer who has seen it all, he wants to do the right thing, but finds few others seem to share his ideals.
Bobbing along in a world of dirty deeds populated by lowlifes and degenerates, Hawkes is the last good man standing.
That, and a dollar, might buy him a scratch ticket.
Writer/director Dennis Hauck delivers a superb entry from my favorite film genre.