After suddenly losing all contact with his younger sister, Jacob King arrives in Los Angeles determined to track her down. Trying to piece together her last known movements, King finds unsettling evidence of a life gone off the rails - drugs, sex and secrets in the sleazy underbelly of the City of Angels. Undeterred by warnings to go home, King proves to be more than a match for the violence he is confronted with as he relentlessly pursues the truth about what happened to his sister.
Has a very similar plot to Steven Soderberg's The Limey - a man comes to LA to track down the person responsible for the death of someone, his daughter in The Limey. Terrance Stamp's character in that movie is prone to violence, the same way that Chadwick Boseman's is in this film. See more »
Towards the end of the film when Jacob is giving a goodbye sendoff to Kelly and her daughter on the bridge before they get on the bus, there are no official charter bus stops on the 6th Street Viaduct Bridge or any Los Angeles bridges (which has since been demolished) Only in emergencies are unofficial stops made. This was solely created for the movie. See more »
[on voice message, crying]
Jacob, it's Bianca. I'm in trouble. I need your help, please. I have something they want. Jacob, I don't know what to do. Please, call me.
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Hidden Among the Rags (of LA) comes a Beauty of Cinematic Excellence
This movie shows you what cinema should look like. This old craft of making movies with tempo, cinematography, editing and score is deprived of all imprints of judgement, opinion or the director's indulging in his pretentious personality as many directors strive to do these days; it seems that the director has nothing to prove but only the commitment to telling a beautiful masterful story filmed with excellence and craftsmanship. The goal here is to learn what real cinema is. Everything serves the story, everything is well balanced. It's an exercise in genre and a director's pure intentions to making only cinema. You don't get pitiful emotion or euphoric fake bliss you only marvel in excellence. No shot is overrated, no emotion is fake. This is a work of a master. And these days masters are found in Europe. It brought me back to my film school days when I was in awe with the great directors of past and how they can create a work of art without the excesses of today's cinematic work that is riddled with uselessness and has no soul or beauty. Mind you, this is not a masterpiece, far from it; rather this is a lesson of what true cinema is... Watch it and be in awe...
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