i misremembered this as having a garish 90s mtv look-how-fuckedup-i-am look/feel to it, but that really doesn't extend beyond the opening credits sequence, the font of the days of the week that appear on screen, and Spacey's backseat monologue. this time, the meat of the detective story felt like a soaking wet version of a new hollywood neo-noir that just kept pushing the fatalism envelope that its predecessors set. there is some really fantastic geometrically precise framing that is no…