this feels like a crime film ripped apart and stitched back together in the most hypnotic way possible. lee marvin is pure steel here, moving through la like a ghost driven by vengeance, and the movie mirrors him with its sharp cuts, strange silences, and surreal rhythm. it’s less about the story itself and more about how it’s told, every frame feels jagged, experimental, and a little dreamlike. i went in expecting a straightforward revenge thriller, but what i got was something colder, stranger, and way more stylish than i anticipated.
this feels like a crime film ripped apart and stitched back together in the most hypnotic way possible. lee marvin is pure steel here, moving through la like a ghost driven by vengeance, and the movie mirrors him with its sharp cuts, strange silences, and surreal rhythm. it’s less about the story itself and more about how it’s told, every frame feels jagged, experimental, and a little dreamlike. i went in expecting a straightforward revenge thriller, but what i got was something colder, stranger, and way more stylish than i anticipated.