Although the main idea of this film seems to boil down to a relatively ordinary story about how, if I haven't lost count, three somewhat detached detectives investigate a complicated and, let's say, rather strange murder in the vastness of Los Angeles, from the very first minutes the viewer is clearly given to understand that it will definitely not do without a lot of eccentric performances, as well as art-house elements. At this point, viewers unprepared for such a turn of events should not even start watching, while everyone else involved is left to dive into the local abyss at their own peril and risk. There will be a sufficient number of unusual characters in the wide circle of suspects - there will be a young lady who is attracted to everyone she meets, who has not yet decided on her own orientation, who condemns her for such behavior, who dances with or without reason, a friend in the person of Heather Graham, there will be a club of anonymous maniacs and an unbalanced, long-haired shady businessman, as well as two subjects of the opposite sex, who dress in all orange, one - a bald-headed person who loves lollipops, the other - a person who walks around in almost only underwear, paints her lips purple and calls herself "Beta-carotene".
The narrative is not inferior to the characters and is built on the principle of a patchwork quilt. There is a sluggish synopsis of the main plot somewhere in the background, and on top of it there are short stories of numerous people involved, between whom there is a constant jumping back and forth, and the further you go, the more incendiary and bizarre the local antics become, and the epilogue promises to leave more questions than answers. In a word - form prevails over content.
How several fairly and relatively famous actors and actresses, including Rose McGowan, could get into a project of this kind is a mystery. What the director wanted to say, how and whether he wanted to, is a mystery of an even greater scale. The average viewer will not appreciate it. Fans of extravagant performances and philosophers bored with the usual presentation - perhaps.
