L.A. noir is pretty interesting even when it’s not very good. The grimy corruption of the city’s mid-20th century police and prosecutors, its vast collection of psychosexually twisted nut cases (Charles Manson, meet the Night Stalker) and the inevitable presence of Hollywood make it hard to turn away from even the klunkiest film or TV show about the city’s dank side.
So welcome to TNT’s miniseries I Am the Night, which is slow and stupid more often than it shows signs of genuine noir craft, and yet will probably hook you if you watch very much of it. Its ample supply of celebrity kink, cold-case magnetism, and twilight menace will easily (okay, not easily, but adequately) distract you from its corpse-like pace, its blockhead dialogue, and, well, everything else. Television critic Glenn Garvin reviews.
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