They were cool, tough, and stylish, and they were enveloped by the culture of cigarette smoke. But any exploration of inner selves better have style, and this movie has none. Mess with them individually and everything crumbles. So let's look at the whole. When day turns to night, nothing is what it seems, people are not who they are supposed to be.
Sharp hallucinations end abruptly in unexplained violence.
Patricia Arquette tries for high style, but misses. You either have it or you don't. Natasha Wagner's Sheila has such a little girl voice that she is out of place even in a hallucination. The black nights of this ordeal are filled with surveillance by boring men of suspects whose transgressions remain unexplained. The ingredients of this ugly film are motels, parking lots, older men who are shady and powerful, guns, knives, and black leather.