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A private investigator (John Hawkes) scours the streets of Los Angeles to track down a missing woman (Crystal Reed) from his past. He then finds himself tangled up in sleazy scandal involving strip clubs, petty drug pushers, and missing girls.
Almost any scene with Hawkes is alive and satisfyingly showy. You feel his absence when he isn't there, though Joanna Cassidy, Crystal Reed and Robert Forster all have their moments.
A stylized blend of classic film noir and New Hollywood pulp, this remarkable debut feature may grate on mainstream viewers with its affected drama and offbeat pacing, but cinephiles will be charmed.
John Hawkes is immaculate as Sampson as Too Late effectively injects the viewer into a fictional reality that feels genuine and is the one place on earth where cigarette smoking sleuthing in a tattered Thunderbird is as cool as it gets.
The hyperverbal screenplay quickly grows tiresome, from the sub-"Pulp Fiction" prattle of two drug dealers (Dash Mihok and Rider Strong) to one act after another in which desperate women are preyed upon or saved by the men around them.
While it can be frustrating to see some filmmakers dash off copies of other movies, it's deeply enjoyable to find one who so appreciates his inspirations.
Dennis Hauck's noir drama Too Late works better as a stylistic exercise than as absorbing drama, though a soulful performance by John Hawkes carries it pretty far.