Gyllenhaal's performance combines his natural charisma with a restrained, seething rage and the coldness of someone substituting CBT for empathy
LA looks beautiful in a film filled with fantastic photography.
Later sequences create a subversion homage to the cop film with chases and shoot outs where the protagonists have no stake in the frenetic action except to witness it.
Bloom's Mustang is as fetishised as any street racing film but it equally impotent.
The neon of the dash and the gear is visually beautiful.
There is a nice visual touch in that Bloom never bothers to have the bracelet of his stolen watch adjust so it hangs badly off his wrist throughout the film. Acting as a trophy for the character and a constant point of alarm for the audience, highlighting the danger of the character.