This dream is a bore.
Clinton (Aaron Paul) is an alcoholic. When we first meet him he's wasted in a dive bar. He soon sets his sights on Casey, (Arielle Kebbel) a classy looking girl who certainly looks out of place in this hole in the wall. He approaches her, she brings him home. What could a girl like her want with a guy like him? That's the question Clinton is asking himself. He's sure she must be a figment of his imagination, strange things have been happening to him. He steals from her, but wakes up the next morning to find nothing. He sits around in his apartment, smokes some weed, goes to sleep and wakes up the next morning with bloody knuckles. This same cycle keeps going, people are telling him he's doing things he doesn't remember. Casey tells him he's completely different when he's with her.
This movie wastes the talents of Aaron Paul (who if you've seen Breaking Bad, you know this guy is damn impressive) and Arielle Kebbel. Kebbel is always charming, but she's literally given nothing to do. The repetition in this film is horrible. Clinton doesn't really do anything interesting. He gets high, puts his weed and gun in his drawer, then wakes up to find it in the trash. This happens over and over again. We slowly piece together the parts missing from Clinton's memory, but by the time we get to the end it's in no way satisfying. The ending of course is left open, because how could a script with such little to say actually give us that luxury.
Memorable Quote: "I know that was me." - Clinton (Aaron Paul)