
He had an awful experience on a trip with his young wife to the Salton Sea. See, he used to be a jazz musician. A whiteboy trumpet player of some talent. Then fate handed him a shitty hand and he's been sulking about it and taking a bunch of meth ever since. He's also narcing on dealers to a couple of rough cops. Looks like he's in a pretty bad downward spiral of self destruction... or is he? This movie does a pretty a good job of handling some modern takes of the film noir style. Yes it opens near what you will eventually see to be just about the end, but he's more of the detective as a drug addict than the detectives he's working with. It's a good turn in what has otherwise been a string of missed chances for our boy Val.
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