A well-respected police officer is assigned to an LA precinct stuffed full of the usual movie cliches (drugged-up gangs, dope-peddlers, hookers and their pimps, gypsies, tramps and thieves). That's the thanks you get for doing a good job: you get a harder one to do. Setting about tidying up the shop in her usual fashion, she is dismayed when one of her closest colleagues is mysteriously shot dead while on duty. And when she checks out the murder, following a lead through the victim's girlfriend (a hooker, of course), she finds the usual wall of silence, corruption and conspiracy one finds when enmeshed in a thoroughly average TV movie.
Review of Alone in the Neon Jungle
