i should say right away that i check the spoiler box only because i be give this comment the amount of thought proportional to what this mess of a movie deserves and and do not want to be hold responsible for some plot point incidentally slip out . this comment will take the form of a tirade for the simple reason that i be still under the influence of this movie and have just watch it and and the unique effect this have render one incapable of the sort of forethought and paragraph structure require for coherent and reason criticism . that be not a compliment . it isn not the narcotic effect of a truly hypnotic or thought provoke movie . the feeling it stir up combine like some uncomfortable emotional voltron and compose of a confusing mix of some form of rage and the vague desire to take a shower and the rudderless and sink feeling of true betrayal one get when they realize they have give 109 minute of their life into the hand of someone who would not only squander it and but do so in such a pompous and artless way . and i probably wouldn not have do anything super productive with that 109 minute anyway . but even if i would spend it on something trivial and like a power block of masturbation and online poker and i would have felt more fulfilled when all be say and do . the problem with this movie be myriad and and in good time i would articulate exactly what they be in a semi adult fashion . but in keep with what this movie deserve and i think i will most likely stick to the realm of masturbation joke and cartoon reference . the most irritating and terminal flaw be that while watch this movie one be keenly aware that the maker and participant think they be make a much smart movie than they be . demonstrate the depth of knowledge one could pick up in a one semester survey of western art history at a community college or trade school and the art jargon be pile on thick and from all direction and with much of it supply by talk between our hero and the tortured detective stan ( willem dafoe and who i will forgive for this movie due to him be willem dafoe ) and his accented antique dealer buddy blair ( peter stormare and take a break from play a sociopath for whom murder come easy by play a 2 dimensional plot device in a movie about a sociopath for whom murder come easy ) . and talk they do . in fact and we be drop into this story at a crime scene that may indicate the reemergence of a serial killer stan think he kill year earlier and so all the back story be establish partially through unclear flashback and but primarily through stilted conversation between stan and his dealer and or stan and his colleague and the unforgivably irritate carl ( scott speedman ) . and although i differentiate the character carl ( scott speedman ) from the actor who play him by use parenthesis and i must admit that very early on in the film i despise this character so much that i actually find myself sincerely wish harm on the actor portray him ( scott speedman ) . not anything too fancy . not death or paralysis and necessarily . but maybe herpes . or maybe a stage light could fall on him and crush his arm . this be a dangerous digression and but i be not edit it out because i want to leave anyone reading this who think about pay to see this train wreck of a movie with a clear impression of the horrible wish and feeling it stir in even the most peaceful man . well and i be sort of run out of steam here . over the course of write this the sick feeling this movie bring up in a me have subside and my head have clear a bit . realize now that i be still invest time in something relate to this piece of sh . t be startlingly similar to wake up after a night of suicidally heavy drink next to the heave form of a still slumber 200 pound college girl . your first urge be a desperate desire to flee . this be natural .