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While Ash was fighting this evil, his car, a 1973 Oldsmobile Delta 88, was stolen.

His once gorgeous face now as raddled as the picture of Dorian Gray, and his voice diminished though still compelling, Baker politely but firmly encourages a café crowd at the Cannes Film Festival to curtail their chatter out of respect for the song he’s about to sing. Then he plays and sings Elvis Costello’s “Almost Blue” and, whatever his vocal limitations, draws the hushed audience within an aural radiance.

The only memorable scene in shows Chet and Jane visiting his parents in Oklahoma.

Ash and Chet once again served Pink Fuck at the party which resulted in Kelly passing out after trying the drink for the first time.

Chet gave ash a ride to the Derby where Ash got his car unknowingly helping to release Baal.

To see this handsome young couple strolling across lovely West Coast landscapes holding hands and exchanging endearments makes for pleasant, if banal, viewing, but such scenes completely falsify both the chaos and the heroic pertinacity of Chet Baker’s career.

The fictitious Jane (touchingly played by Carmen Enjogo) may be intended as a composite of all the many women in Baker’s life but, when it comes to dealing with Baker’s affairs, numbers matter.

These movies even have similar narrative strategies.

It’s Butreau’s conceit that in 1966 Chet Baker is playing himself in a low-budget biographical feature that will purportedly tell us about his early career and success.

Sometime before or after Ash left Elk Grove, Chet joined the United States Army for an unspecified amount of time, although it is known he participated in Operation Desert Storm during the Gulf War in 1991.

30 years after Ash ran away from Elk Grove, he returned looking to stop the evil forces unleashed by Ruby Knowby.

Similarly, has Baker getting involved with the lead actress of the film he’s making. (Baker did make a goofy Italian movie in the 1950s called “urlatori alla sbarra.” Scenes from this enjoyable folly appear under the end credits of Bruce Weber’s wonderful documentary about Baker, , not at all.