Directed by Kurt Voelker
Opens November 16
The place is a desolate patch of tumbleweed and picnic tables overlooking L.A.'s Baldwin Hills. The time is lunch hour. A desperate depressive (Dagney Kerr) has come here to kill herself, though she's so mechanically challenged (wrong bullets for the gun; no hose for the muffler) that she has to borrow things from the equally broken-hearted driver (David Fenner) of a pet-shampoo truck parked a short distance away. The woman he adores, his pretty Polish co-worker (Izabella Miko), has donned a maid's costume and is using her lunch hour to fuck the lights out of a wealthy suitor (William Baldwin) in the ritzy SUV bouncing on its shocks a few paces down the incline. That two characters who think they're in love actually hate each other, and vice versa, is the sort of classical reversal that writer-director Kurt Voelker serves up with fresh energy in this masterfully conceived and executed modern farce, whose performers earn belly laughs by the grace of their honesty.