Sam, a disenchanted young man, finds a mysterious woman swimming in his apartment's pool one night. The next morning, she disappears. Sam sets off across LA to find her, and along the way he uncovers a conspiracy far more bizarre.
What are they hiding?
A conspiracy investigation by a stoner in a movie-inspired LA noir mystery that goes nowhere. There are so many references and homages to Hollywood that most would miss, intrigue that leads to nothing apart from more intrigue. I'm sure there is something there, under the layers, but it's buried pretty deep. It felt vapid and self-indulgent, full of kooks and weirdos with little substance.
Maybe one to watch in the background while you’re stoned, so you could appreciate the pseudo-profound monologues.
Andrew Garfield carries the entire picture.