Early in the deadpan crime comedy "Nobody Else but You," a blocked writer drives through a snow-covered landscape while listening to Jose Feliciano sing "California Dreamin.'" It's a perfect pop reverie, encapsulating not only the character's sense of dislocation — he's a Parisian caught up in a small-town mystery — but also the movie's westward-facing riffs.
In the remote locale, America's gumshoe pulp fiction and taste for celebrity tragedy take center stage (one tragic celebrity in particular), to the film's detriment.
The man behind the wheel is David Rousseau (Jean-Paul Rouve, likably hangdog and resilient), an author of detective novels who happens to be in the frigid Alps when a local starlet turns up dead, an apparent suicide. Shaken out of his inertia, Rousseau navigates "Twin Peaks" terrain — dead beauty, cops good and bad, kooks — to prove that the cheese mascot-turned-weathergirl was murdered.
Candice Lecoeur (Sophie Quinton), who believed she had a special connection to Marilyn Monroe, appears in flashbacks and occasionally provides from-the-beyond narration, à la "Sunset Boulevard."