Maybe Hollywood was waiting around for two actors as recreation as Carla Gugino and Bruce Greenwood, put through their paces and then some in a hallucinatory night time of the soul that dislodges some darkish repressed memories and reorients their current. My hotel's in what's possibly West Hollywood or the downscale aspect of Beverly Hills two clerks at the registration desk commence arguing the place when I request in which specifically in L.A.