A restless young man who's been drinking, wanders the industrial section of his Brooklyn neighborhood to meet another restless soul of the opposite sex. They drink, laugh, and dance there way into the bedroom. The morning light of the next day exposes them as strangers as now they struggle to keep alive what they wonderfully shared the night before. Written by
This picture ran as the Independent Film Channel's "IFC's Next Wave" feature. If this represents the next wave of ANYthing (film, art, culture, intellect, society.....), the future looks grave. This is a yawner in which the people are nowhere in particular at the beginning, and nowhere in particular at the end, and pretty well avoid being anywhere in between, although there is some banal conversation. The music over the closing credits sounds like the tape is played backwards, suggesting perhaps that the film could have started at the end and played in the opposite direction, as a viable alternative.
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