For the first 20 minutes of the film, I objectively admired the early 60’s color palette, all muted beige, grey-green, and yellow-orange. I wondered how it is that a camera can make drinking and smoking look so damned good. Then, with only a “Bergdorf’s” warning, Philip Seymour Hoffman slayed me with the line, “Apparently, Detective Foxy’s wife
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