
“One cannot live without love.”
Against a background of war breaking out in Europe and the Mexican fiesta Day of Death, we are taken through one day in the life of Geoffrey Firmin, a British consul living in alcoholic disrepair and obscurity in a small southern Mexican town in 1939. The consul's self-destructive behaviour, perhaps a metaphor for a menaced civilization, is a source of perplexity and sadness to his nomadic, idealistic half-brother, Hugh, and his ex-wife, Yvonne, who has returned with hopes of healing Geoffrey and their broken marriage.
A poignant, deeply melancholic dive into one man's spiral. It feels like watching a beautiful, tragic unraveling against a vibrant, yet decaying, backdrop. The weight of regret and lost love hangs heavy in the air.

















