"Still, it may provide a few bittersweet hours for nostalgia junkies."
A close-to-the-wind American expatriate gets involved with some drug smugglers even more dubious than he is: an artsy homage to the pulp fiction and films noirs of the Forties. ``I remember nothing,'' the femme fatale tells small-time thief Eddie Verlaine on their first meeting in an Amsterdam bar. ``Nothing.
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