'My name is Domino Harvey,' says Keira Knightley, vowels as plummy as high tea. 'I am a bounty hunter.'
Domino was (you probably know she died of an apparent overdose last summer) the daughter of a movie star (Laurence Harvey, from The Manchurian Candidate); a British St Trinians gal who loathed the Beverly Hills 9021 set her mother thoughtlessly remarried into. Expelled from college, she made a radical career move, becoming LA's first bailbonds-woman. This being California, it wasn't long before she had own reality TV show too: Bounty Squad.
'This is a true story. Sort of.' disclaims Tony Scott's movie from the get-go. Or as Domino puts it later, after all the fun and games, 'If you're wondering what's true and what isn't, you can fuck off.' Quite.
If you've seen any of his movies (they stretch from Man on Fire through Top Gun) you will realise that Mr. Scott is not one for cinema verité, and nor is his screenwriter, Richard Kelly, who traveled through time in his debut film, Donnie Darko, and fragments the narrative here too. Scott goes further, cutting so rapidly every scene resembles a bomb explosion. Critics generally hate this sort of thing, but once you accept Scott would split the atom if he could (but he can't) you might as well sit back and enjoy it. Every now and then bombs really do go off and for a moment all is right with the world.
Anarchic and hi-NRG, this is likely the sort of flick Domino would have got off on - though she'd also probably have been honest enough to admit it falls apart the more 'inventive' it gets; Christopher Walken's satirically inclinded TV producer is the thin end of a wedge that will end with a miraculous vision of Tom Waits in the desert. 'I get to live the nasty and stay out of jail,' quoth Domino. It may not be much of a credo, but it should have been more than enough to pin a movie on.