Observational, almost faux-documentary style film about how gang crime in L.A. affects people on both sides of the law.
Think we've said before how Los Angeles looks like a sprawling mass of violent lunacy, films like this really don't add much in the way of appeal.
Having said that, their coldest days in winter are like our warmest days in spring.
Fuck it. Might move there. It'd be nice not spending eight months of the year wrapped up in more layers than a thermal onion.
Fucking winter. What a load of icy wank.