His obsession with the case and especially nailing Lombardo seems over zealous, even personal. The twists and turns lose perspective, despite always being entertaining. John McNaughton and his cameraman, Jeffrey Kimball, create a luscious feel that is very decadent, very Florida, with arty sex scenes that strive for outrage. The plot does not stand up to scrutiny and is so full of holes it should sink to the bottom of the Everglades. It doesn't, because it has style.
Bacon loves to play dirty.
Detective Duquette has a chilling conscientiousness that contrasts with the uninhibited immorality of the funsters. You know he's flawed, you know he'll crack. What you don't know is when. Dillon plays a more mature version of his handsome, laconic self, always standing a little back from Lombardo, careful not to be incriminated. Don't be fooled.