I started watching this film several times, from different places, and never thought I would become attached to it. Sometimes it seems like the director lets the story get lost and just concentrates on the scene for the sake of the scene. Other times the story lines overwhelm in their intricacy. BOOGIE NIGHTS, MAGNOLIA, THERE WILL BE BLOOD. Hmmm. Pay attention.
24 hours in L.A.; it's raining cats and dogs. Two parallel and intercut stories dramatize men about to die: both are estranged from a grown child, both want to make contact, and neither child wants anything to do with dad. Earl Partridge's son is a charismatic misogynist; Jimmy Gator's daughter is a cokehead and waif. A mild and caring nurse intercedes for Earl, reaching the son; a prayerful and upright beat cop meets the daughter, is attracted to her, and leads her toward a new calm. Meanwhile, guilt consumes Earl's young wife, while two whiz kids, one grown and a loser and the other young and pressured, face their situations. The weather, too, is quirky.