An angry dwarf cinematographer, apocalyptic Gnostic Dualists, androgynous twin film editors, and an albino film director prodigy; seen through the eyes of a UCLA film professor.
Jonathan Gates interest in films takes us to "The Classic" an art house movie theater on Fairfax (I kept visualizing The New Bev). Through a botched theft Jonathan gets hold of an old film by Max Castle (an early 20th century film director of horror B-movies that went missing in 1941). Upon viewing something clicks, communicates beyond the narrative. Something evil. This begins our journey and Jonathan's research of Max Castle and his films.
An entertaining novel for cinephiles but unfortunately if fizzles out in the end.