Look at the PR photo above from Southland Tales. If you find it at all intriguing or seductive, for whatever reason—the plasticene glaze of Dwayne (formerly “the Rock”) Johnson’s discombobulated hero, the implied commentary on presidential candidates (or are they all simply androids?) of our immediate telegenic future, the body-doubling shadowy shadowlessness of the cartoon image—then Kelly’s new movie, a “controversial” hit-and-miss satire of airbrushed political dada and contemporary Hollywood glam, is probably for you. If not, then sayonara or hasta la vista or however the SoCal junk glitterati are kissing each other off these days, in Venice Beach, at the Santa Monica Pier, etc. But medium cool, man—like Electra Glide in mint or watermelon or some other pastel shade of zero dimensionality. Because I like the damn thing, I really really do …
