The Undercover Economist invited me to chat about bounty-hunters after a screening of Domino, the new film "about" Domino Harvey, upper-crust British fashion model turned LA bounty hunter. Alas, I never met Domino although I did once meet her bail-bondsman boss.
Unfortunately, Domino is only nominally about Domino Harvey – we get the message early on when Domino throws a knife half-way through a car’s front windshield (nfw imo) and then does a lap-dance to get out of a Mexican standoff. By the time Tom Waits shows up as an angel we are long aware that this ain’t no biopic.
Thus if you are searching for information on the real thing read my paper or watch Dog: The Bounty Hunter which at least is "reality television." (By the way, long-time readers will know that my research on bounty hunters has gone beyond the armchair. Nevertheless, I cannot hold a candle to the bravery of the Undercover Economist.)
I won’t complain about the movie too much, however, as Domino does have plenty of violence, rock and roll, and sex served up with verve and hyperkinetic style. And any movie with Keira Knightley will not fail to hold my interest at least some of the time.