You've got your duplicitous blonde, a briefcase full of money, the hapless patsy, the angry cop, the loose cannon and the speeding train. Everything's so in order that you could doze off and catch up with the plot within seconds of reawakening.

As the title of "Swerve" suggests, there's a lot of driving, and cars and characters veer, though never far enough for either to arrive at some place, some narrative, that's remotely new.

The more narrative wrenches this modern-day noir throws at its characters-notably several literally physics-defying leaps of logic-the less involving it becomes. There are a few too many twists on this highway.