Bad movies described as "a swift descent into sinful pleasure, decay, and debauchery" are hard to watch. Bad 2000s movies that resemble bad 1980s films are even harder to watch. Shadow Hours falls into the latter category, a mish-mashed train wreck of B-movie actors (including Michael Dorn, aka Star Trek's Worf), an uninteresting plot, vain attempts at capitalizing on the "underground" scenes of seedy Los Angeles, and really, really bad directing and horrendous music video-esque ballistic editing that was taught to me in film school right before I decided to drop out.
The film revolves around the life of Michael Holloway (Balthazar Getty) who is trying to restart his life with his one-dimensional wife Chloe (Rebecca Gayheart) after a nasty bout of drug and alcohol addictions. Michael takes a job of working the graveyard shift at the local gas station and is bombarded by the ugliness and weirdness of the nightlife of L.A. One night, he meets a strange gent named Stuart (Mr. Buckaroo Banzai, Peter Weller). He drives a Porsche, smokes French cigarettes, and drones on about life, eventually coaxing Mike into exploring the "underbelly" of L.A. together, a tour of punk bars, S&M clubs, and bare-knuckle fights.
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