
Paris, one morning. A group of young people from different backgrounds. They launch into a strange ballet in the metro tunnels and the city's streets. They seem to follow a plan. Their gestures are precise, almost dangerous. They converge towards the same point, a department store, at the moment it is about to shut. Night begins.
A generation adrift in a hyper-consumerist world, finding purpose in nihilistic acts. It's a detached, coolly observational look at youthful despair and the allure of destruction. The film feels like a slow-motion dive into urban ennui.
















