When everyone else is losing their heads, ratting each other out, and beating one another to death with the butt end of a pool cue, it’s important that the man of integrity remembers who he is and stays true to himself. But deep crap is spinning and splattering from the fan blades, and detective Laurence Fishburne is subject to the worst distress and identity confusion because he is under Deep Cover (1992). Fishburne is moving more coke than Frosty moved snow, and his new best friend is ice-cold psycho narco-terrorist Jeff Goldblum. The problem? Fishburne can’t for the life of him tell who he has sworn to protect and serve from who he has sworn to kill.