Clean Slate

In the sun‑bleached sprawl of Los Angeles, a city that never quite sleeps, private‑investigator Pogue grapples with a condition that turns every sunrise into a fresh unknown. Each morning he awakens with a total loss of memory from the day before, forcing him to rebuild his world from scratch while the clock relentlessly ticks toward night. The film’s tone is a sleek blend of gritty noir and high‑concept thriller, where atmospheric rain‑slick streets and neon‑washed offices collide with the intimate anxiety of a mind that refuses to retain its own story.

Against this backdrop, a tentative romance begins to flicker when Sarah appears, a woman whose own secrets seem to echo the detective’s fragmented reality. Their connection adds a fragile layer of warmth and vulnerability, reminding both the audience and the protagonist that even a shattered memory can cling to desire. The chemistry between them is charged with the tension of an ever‑present danger, hinting at deeper entanglements without revealing the specifics of any looming threats.

The world of the film is one where every ordinary interaction can become a puzzle piece, and the familiar tropes of the hard‑boiled detective genre are reshaped by the protagonist’s daily reset. As Pogue pieces together clues recorded on tapes, scribbled notes, and fleeting impressions, the narrative pulses with a relentless urgency that keeps the audience guessing what will emerge before darkness falls. The score underscores this perpetual race against time, blending subdued jazz with a pulse‑quickening rhythm, while the visual palette shifts between the stark glare of daylight investigations and the shadowed intimacy of night‑time revelations. In this relentless dance of memory and mystery, Pogue must constantly decide who to trust—himself, the strangers he meets, or the faint glow of a new love that might be the only constant in his ever‑renewing story.

Last Updated: November 25, 2025 at 15:19