Blood in rain. Corpses in an alley. A smoking gun in a frightened man's hand. Max can't help but wonder how the hell he got into this mess.
The answer, of course, is True Love. What other good reason could there be for killing not just one but four people mere hours after having picked up a gun for the first time in one's life? It doesn't matter that True Love was first spotted through an open window making out with another woman. It doesn't matter that True Love in makes porn movies for a living. Nor does it matter that True Love turns very expensive tricks for nefarious clients on the side.
All that matters is that True Love disappeared after scrawling one last, desperate note to be delivered under a loaf of garlic bread, along with keys to a brand new convertible and a warning to head for Alaska as quickly as possible.
Max, however, has other plans. He's not going anywhere until he finds out the truth about what happened to his True Love and brings her back alive. Besides, he's a writer, so he knows that all fairy tale love stories must end with the hero and heroine living happily ever after together… don't they?
Sex. Violence. A steamer trunk.
"Blue." It's a fairy tale.
Why this works: it's got energy. It's funny in a sardonic way. It breaks every rule with a sneer. What's not to love.