The Informers, based off a book by Bret Easton Ellis, the celebrated scribe behind the demented pair of American Psycho and The Rules of Attraction. He's one for rampant sex, excessive drug use, and not-so-standard debauchery. A witches brew of seediness. Guilty pleasures given a credible twist.
Tons of noteworthy names in this one, which seems to be a multi-character trip through the underbelly of Los Angeles, circa 1983. It's premiering at the Sundance Film Festival this month (one year, I'll get to attend Sundance...when company's money gets right, so basically no year in the near future). Looks pretty intriguing. I'm certifiably on board.
I should probably grab Bret Easton Ellis' books at some point. Feels like I'd be right there with him.
And, just because....some more Amber Heard for the eyes, never unwelcome. I hear she's practically naked this entire film. As it should be.
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