A too-hip-for-its-own-good indie gangster flick, with Carnahan taking about 3 too many positions behind and in front of the camera. While the movie tends not to make a lot of sense, relying on very emotional characters who yell at one another over the phone or in person, usually while brandishing a weapon of some sort, it is still, quite oddly, overly simplistic and not very compelling. The low-budget film's plot revolves around a convertible that arrives on the lot of two flailing used car salesmen, the contents of its trunk being a mystery but promising hundreds of thousands of dollars to the eventual bearer. Alas, the contents turn out to be not that exciting, nor does the eventual winner of them, nor does much of the plot.