Oscar winner Jayanti has directed a most intimate and revealing glimpse of the troubled soul of crime writer James Ellroy. During a series of meals and eerie night drives with LAPD homicide detectives, Ellroy mulls over gruesome unsolved murders – his mother’s included – reconstructing in chilling detail one crime scene after another. It’s an insightful study of an obsessive imagination which dissects, with surgical precision and almost inhuman detachment, what drives people to kill, torture and mutilate. Juxtaposed with this nightmare vision is a gonzo public persona wielding blunt, outrageous humour like a club to lay bare what is most crass and debased about American society. Not for the faint-hearted.