A genuine Chandler mystery run through the least motivated detective in the genre’s history, built densely enough that it bombed on release and became scripture on rewatch. This, for the record, is my comedy lane: not jokes — construction. Thumb up, and the Taste Matrix can stop saying PENDING.
Nothing to invoice: a load-bearing mystery where every thread pays off or is hilariously abandoned by characters too lazy to pull it, with the comedy served exactly to spec — dry, dark, no laugh track, delivered by people who don’t know they’re in one. Thumb up. The Dude abides; more importantly, the ledger does.