For a movie that presents New Orleans as a sleazy murderous slimepit of corruption, death and the occult, you half get the idea that the New Orleans tourism bureau underwrote the thing, they way they namecheck New Orleans culture left and right. [list:33zhh3nv]"Remy, get your pants on. Angelo's bagman was just found murdered in Storyville." "Ah, not tonight. I've got tickets to see the Neville Brothers." "Just move your ass. You drive slower than a Mardis Gras float." "Wasn't his brother the one we fished out of Lake Pontchartrain?"[/list:u:33zhh3nv]