A visually beautiful film made by someone who obviously studied at the feet of Blue Velvet-era David Lynch in terms of cinematography, and succeeds well on that level, but is otherwise absolutely terrible, and, most especially, is truly horribly cast. The actors are uniformly much too young, don’t seem confident, for their roles, and mostly can’t act. It’s an odd and jarring discerpancy in such a slickly visually designed and shot film.

A pair of 1950s rookie detectives, who look like teen models, investigate a murder or something, through a series of pointless, surreal vignettes that are basically random. By the time the male detective is confronting an image of himself in drag, who then goes on to vamp a launge tune, I had long past lost interest.

Disappointingly, Ray Wise has a cameo as one detective’s father… the first time Ray Wise has ever led me astray. Oh, Ray. Please don’t ever do this again.