Soundtracks for unmade films were a cliché even before Phil France joined the Cinematic Orchestra 20 years ago. Still, he added subtly to the genre with this 2013 solo debut, reissued to mark a three-album deal with Gondwana and so a late solo flowering in his forties. It shares its name with an actual film that saw Burt Lancaster's identity disintegrate as he traversed his neighbours' Californian pools, but the emotional trajectory is more hopeful here. Mostly trading his Orchestra bass role for minimalist keyboards and synths, France sometimes lets a single violin and cello swell overwhelmingly, as if in climactic redemption. His two-note, heartbeat motif introduces woozier, ominously melancholic strings in ‘Kubrick’, while minimalism's sometimes tiresomely understated repetition is smashed by a synth cyborg martial anthem, ‘December’, and the psychedelic phasing and drumming aggro of ‘London Park Hotel’, which suggests Antonioni's Blow-Up with the action ramped up. These are pleasant miniatures, touching Manchester dance culture as well as John Carpenter and Steve Reich, hardly earth-shaking almost by definition, but they vindicate France's newly committed solo path.