You’ll find strippers, mobsters and many, many packs of cigarettes in this crime thriller
This film is obsessed with lighters, neon and slow-motion. It’s also obsessed with Queen Mary, who owns a strip club on Hollywood Boulevard. She drives a red-muscle car and smokes slim brown cigarrettes, frequently.
Her daughters are the strippers she employs; her lover is one, too. She calls an overweight pothead who uses her for money, “my son.” Her true love is the American Dream, and according to her that means killing for ownership of the club which carries her name.