Noir is slow, noir slips up on you in the shadows. This movie is slow, but it doesn't sneak up, it is more like the relentless tide it just keeps breaking over you until you are washed away into oblivion. This is how Ed Crane's life seems to go as well. One foot at a time. Slowly but surely. Not much to really say. Others may rant. Thornton's features are great like a young Martin Landau but the film needed something and I don't mean the gratuitous attempted blow job 90 minutes in.
It looked good, but like a Cinnabon the eating wasn't as good as the looking.
It looked good, but like a Cinnabon the eating wasn't as good as the looking.