Harsh land, harsher memories.
Dennis Quaid, a personal favorite dating back to when I saw The Right Stuff on a huge screen at 12, drives the backroads of Texas, haunted by a past he can’t escape.
His father (James Caan) was/is a degenerate brute, a killer with a gaping black hole where his heart should be.
Given a brief chance at happiness when he makes an unexpected connection with a hard-luck Meg Ryan, Quaid finds the past, and those from it, aren’t gone.
Instead, they’re lying in wait for him, ready to inflict new damage in a rock-solid lil’ neo noir.