Detective Mitchell Morse (Albert Jones) seems to have been on this case forever, but it doesn’t seem like that. He may really have been.

Directed and written by Neal Dhand, this begins with a body and a foot washing up on a beach in Jacksonville. The foot doesn’t belong to that body. And there just might be a serial killer on the loose. Morse has an unraveling relationship with his wife Emily (Keesha Sharp) and doesn’t really trust his younger partner, Dreyfus (Tom Lipinski). These are all the things that you expect from a neo-noir detective story, but this is setting up for a rug pull near the end.

With incredible photography by Charles Ackley Anderson, I wanted to love this more than I did. Dhand is making his first film and went all out, which you have to commend. I’m not sure how well it all came together, however, as it wasn’t until the last few moments reveal that what I saw as the flaws in the film were explained. The acting is good, the idea is right, but something just didn’t add up for me. That said, your mileage will always vary, and I could see others loving this.

You can watch this and many other films at CFF by buying a pass on their website. Over the next few days, I’ll be posting reviews and articles and updating my Letterboxd list of watches.