Romulus decides to investigate, but before he can snoop around in the artist's upstate loft during a publicized soiree, he needs a new suit of clothes and a shave. Yes, indeed, he was. Kasi Lemmons plays with whether we can trust our unreliable narrator, particularly when a major piece of evidence is introduced on videotape. He's already proven that his fragile grip on reality goes into hyperdrive when placed before the tube. People started muttering that name to themselves in the theater.
Life imitates art.
Samuel L. Jackson and Colm Feore have some beautifully played scenes together. Jackson's fishing for details in the murder case while nihilist Feore is happy to oblige with his ground zero philosophy. When Feore starts whipping out sadistic paintings of bruised and beaten angels, Jackson calls them pure emptiness. Feore takes it as a compliment. He's the bull in a china shop.