After a detour in superhero-land with Iron Man 3, writer-director Shane Black returns to a more Kiss Kiss Bang Bang sort of milieu for his third directorial effort, The Nice Guys, starring Russell Crowe and Ryan Gosling as a detective duo bumbling their way through 1970s Los Angeles. Gay Perry would hate them both. But doesn’t Gay Perry hate most everyone?
The meeting between Jackson Healy (Crowe) and Holland March (Gosling) is less than auspicious; Holland, who’s investigating the death of porn star Misty Mountains (Murielle Telio), gets his arm broken by Jackson, who’s been hired by a person of interest in Misty’s (Ms. Mountains’?) case to rough up that creepy guy who’s been following her around. As in Kiss Kiss Bang Bang—and, less recently, classic noirs and ’70s conspiracy thrillers—everything turns out to be connected, if in something of a convoluted fashion. I don’t think there were too many talking bees or strippers dressed like mermaids in any of those previous films, though. (Granted, it has been a while since I’ve seen Chinatown.)