L.A. Confidential
The Basic Plot in Five Words or Less: Kevin Spacey is a god.
My Basic Ramblings: Thoseíve you whoíve read the review of Seven know that Iíve decided to crown Kevin Spacey as my Crush on Guys Whoíve Looked Creepy in The Past, dethroning Steve Buscemi. Even though Kevinís pushing 40, and Esquire seems to think heís gay. Even if heís had bad hairstyles in previous movies (read: Seven and The Usual Suspects.)
But all is forgiven, hair-wise, with L.A. Confidential. He looks great, he dresses sharp, heís quite the Jack Vincennes guy. (Russell Crowe and Guy Pearce donít hurt the eyes, either, lemme tell ya.) So youíve got these three really cute LA cops and some hookers who have plastic surgery to look like movie stars (Iím thinking of volunteering Chris to have some plastic surgery so he looks like Kevin Spacey) and a big icky bloody massacre at the Nite Owl Café and good cops and bad cops and Danny DeVito. Thatís about as much of the plot that I want to give away.
Anyway, I command you to go out and see this movie right now. Itís sooooooo good. It realizes that you have a brain in your head and you donít have to have everything spelled out for you. It also has so many little parts that come back later in the film to make perfect sense (the Liberty Motel floor. I liked that.)
There are, however, a few parts of the movie that disturbed me. Because they are basically the secret and the resolution of the movie, Iím warning you right now - do not follow the below link if you have any intentions of seeing this movie ever. The following page will ruin the movie if you havenít seen it. It will. Seriously. Iím not kidding. DO NOT FOLLOW THIS LINK UNLESS YOUíVE SEEN THE MOVIE OR HAVE NO INTENTION OF EVER SEEING THE MOVIE.