Like a drifter, he was born to walk alone.
Living the hardscrabble life, Thomas Jane prowls the dirty, dangerous streets, gun in hand, scowl permanently etched on his face.
He used to be a private eye with a family, now he’s something different – a hard man willing to do rough jobs if the pay is right.
But, somewhere deep under the layers of bitterness and hurt still (barely) beats a conscience which won’t be completely silenced.
Directed with customary snap by Highlander main man Russell Mulcahy, this might be mid-level noir.
But mid-level noir is still better than no noir.