A heinous crime tests the complex relationship between a tenacious personal assistant and her Hollywood starlet boss. As the assistant travels across Los Angeles to unravel the mystery, she must stay one step ahead of a determined policeman and confront her own understanding of friendship, truth and celebrity.
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★★★½ review by jose on Letterboxd
Tight and twisted neo-noir about Hollywood and the people that work there. A mostly female cast murder mystery with lots of clues and red herrings along the way. The cast does a good job, although Lola Kirke seems to be wearing a wig throughout or just has annoying bangs, possibly meant to recall Double Indemnity. John Cho as a detective tries to be a hipster version of any other detective, but it never pays off. The film is clever and the cinematography is well done. With a strong supporting cast and lots of LA locales, it's easy to be immersed.
★★★★ review by matt lynch on Letterboxd
I hope Aaron Katz keeps making drone-y LA mumblenoirs forever.
★★★★ review by ˗ˏˋ Liam ˊˎ˗ on Letterboxd
love it when i end up really liking a film that no one else on here seems to like that much !!! makes me feel like a right Edgy™️ film stan 🤠
★★★★ review by Danica on Letterboxd
lola kirke and zoe kravitz: *sing karaoke with neon lighting*
me: POETIC CINEMA
★★★★½ review by claire 💖 diane on Letterboxd
i left with a different body than the one i came in with and a slow motion denim jacket glowing an irradiated fiery turquoise that bent local treelight slowly into an orbit of watery curves. there was somewhere to wander, somewhere to disappear. in finding, there was the chance to be found. and for a moment, my libra destabilized and for once i was not peregrine--weighing all against my sharded body-apartness. i was given way to a cascade of demireflections where i was sudden sister to all things. i was permeated. my body flowed as if space was suddenly continuous with me. the wind could get in me. i melted into a stone storefront. if these things could find me, maybe i was something to find.
venus eventually reasserted itself, drained like a fading high and dried the affect back to a cardinal clarity, less like gauze than hard glass. too hard, too clear and like me all transparent. which i occult by frantic breath or the slow & dying thaw of the scream frozen into what are called bones. but this only felt so strongly because of how beautifully the movie gives to you.
i dream of having somewhere to go. i am twin fishes and the moonlight is my home, leaking silver at the dimmed trees, huddled & densely cowled in heaps of black, stitched with pricks of stars which are not reflections, but imitations, laid over pools of mirror.
i want to dress like lola kirke.
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