Straight from the direct-to-video graveyard comes this journey through the seedy underbelly of Los Angeles. Michael Holloway (Balthazar Getty) used to drink every hour and snort cocaine every night. That was the past. Now, he is clean and sober. Michael is married to Chloe (Rebecca Gayheart) and they have a baby on the way. In desperate need of money to support his family, Michael gets a job working the night shift at a 24-hour gas station. Most of his customers are the scum of the Earth until, one night, Stuart Chappell (Peter Weller) steps into the station. Stuart claims to be a writer and he hires Michael to accompany him on an exploration of the dark side of L.A. They start with strip bars and then eventually move on to fight clubs and BDSM parlors. Everywhere they go, Stuart is recognized but everyone knows him by a different name. Soon, Michael is not only drinking and doing drugs again but he is also the prime suspect in a murder.
Shadow Hours is a dumb but entertaining vision of Los Angeles as Hades. It has loads of atmosphere but it’s all taken from other movies, a hint of Taxi Driver there and a pinch of 8mm here. The film’s main weakness is that it stars Balthazar Getty, who, as an actor, has the least sympathetic screen presence this side of Edward Furlong. Even if Getty was playing a paraplegic veteran who had devoted his life to finding good homes for stray puppies, he would still come across as unlikable. Make him a loser who spend most of the movie lying to his pregnant wife and it is impossible to care what happens to Michael. The film’s main strength is that it also stars Peter Weller, who is pitch perfect as the mysterious Stuart, who might be the Devil. If the whole movie had just been Peter Weller going to bars and fight clubs and hanging out with Lydia Lunch, Shadow Hours would have been a B masterpiece. It’s too bad he had to take an oil heir with him.