Is anyone familiar with the antics of Chad Allen’s “Donald Strachey”? Well this time, it’s a lesbian PI who is following the same sort of “Nancy Drew” type mystery as “Honey” (Margaret Qualley) looks into some murderous goings on. Luckily the police are keen to play ball and so share what limited information they have via the optimistically flirtatious “Marty” (Charlie Day) above ground and the far more appealing “MG” (Aubrey Plaza) in charge of the records section. Things all seem to centre around the evangelical ramblings of the charismatic “Rev. Drew” (Chris Evans and his always perfectly placed towel!), and when her independently-minded niece goes missing too “Honey” has her work cut out. Could these incidents be connected? Probably better to ask why would be care? This hasn’t an original bone in it’s body and just because it’s got some girl on girl action doesn’t make it any more intriguing as a murder mystery. The dialogue is banal, there are way too many shots of “Honey” strolling about in her designer trouser suits and though it is a little quirky to see Evans involved in a little kinky leather activity, that doesn’t substitute for a weak and derivative story, either. Indeed, the best scene in the whole thing features the young drug peddler “Hector” (Jacnier) responding rather creatively to the unwanted attentions of a client who had different ideas about what payment for services actually meant! It is mediocre fodder for the television that offers nothing new - not even a decent soundtrack, and the clue is really in the title.

There's a lot of Aubrie Plaza wish fulfillment here. Like an old-school perv obsessed child was dying of cancer. Horny detective scoring all the time is very believable. Lots of people die abrupt, comedic plot twist deaths. Charlie Day squawks very well. I can't remember any plot details. All that in 1.5 hours.