In 1968 LA, a fading action star struggles with his future prospects. A stunning evocation of late 60s Hollywood, packed with ideas, in-jokes, good ideas, and pop-culture geekery. A shaggy dog story that meanders, but which goes into some startling – and just-about justified – places. Recommended.
A father and son pair of coroners investigate a mysterious body found at a crime scene. The third act doesn’t quite deliver on the promise of the first two, but for the most part this is a terrific claustrophobic two-hander balancing gore and intrigue throughout.
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