Perhaps this movie details one man's search for the meaning of death, exploring both his mother's death, as well as few other close-to-home murders, but his likability goes down the drain within 20 minutes of listening to his ego-stroking. On many occasions, James Ellroy comes off sounding like a sex-offender as well as mentally unstable.
Dispute his 'profane' and 'politically incorrect' language, which i excuse as artistic expression, the man really does not have anything worth saying. I found myself scrounging for any kind of meaningful consequence i could tear from this film, but found none.
It is my belief that this movie would be wildly popular with the type of cult following the documentary shows at various book signings and public appearances. Never having read his literature, i cannot comment on the nature of his books (perhaps they are excellent!), but i may suggest that this film is not worth watching unless you hold the man in as much esteem as he seems to hold himself in.
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