After being wrongly accused of stealing from his former boss, an Iranian gangster with girl problems must hunt down stolen drugs in this neon-noir fever dream set in the bizarre Persian and Russian Los Angeles underworld where obscene reigns supreme.
The film's attempts at gonzo transgressiveness only reinforce the notion that Daniel Y-Li Grove would rather get a rise out of his audience than craft interesting characters or a coherent cultural milieu.
Grove sticks close to the crime saga playbook, suffocating the picture in style and pounding it with overacting, eventually stripping "The Persian Connection" of anything identifiable.
