Rob’s review published on Letterboxd:
That’s not my voice... but I know her
Really astounding how well the two strands of this movie come together. One is a seductive lesbian noir romance starring two beautiful women, about acting and assuming roles and the artifice of show business. The other is a brusque, darkly comic stress dream starring an assortment of oddballs about the cost of having an artistic vision in Hollywood. The synthesis of these two in the last hour - between the mystical and the criminal, between the ecstasy of hopes and dreams and the shame of rejection - makes it one of the finest films about moviemaking.