This post-Tarantino flick grows on me. Especially because it reminds me that if it isn't right in your heart, it won't be right, ever. A law student swears his stepfather killed his mom. When he goes out to drink his sorrows he meets up with a slimy pair. They take him to Vegas to get even with the stepdad. Turns out one of them is not so slimy. So cool that there are clips from Detour 1945 in this flick.
Review of Detour
