
Los Angeles Overnight
Set in a seedy Hollywood where the dreams of an would-be actress collide with the violent schemes of the underworld, Michael Chrisoulakis’ “Los Angeles Overnight” offers a variation on “Mulholland Drive,” minus the sexuality, the structural gamesmanship, and most of the style and wit. Turns out there’s only one director who can pull off “Lynchian,” and that’s David Lynch, whose intuitive feel for good and evil, and the terrors that lurk from within and without, is nothing if not singular.
Chrisoulakis and screenwriter Guy J. Jackson attempt a violent, moody neo-noir about Tinseltown fringe-dwellers, but their conceit is flimsy and under-realized, grafting a boilerplate heist story onto a bitter commentary about the corrupting forces of the film industry. Released under Arena Cinelounge’s boutique banner, the pic faces a steep climb through the Hollywood Hills.
