
A group of men all called Frank—except for one named Pekka—have had enough of life in their working-class neighborhood, so they set off for a better existence in the magical seaside district of Eira. But the way is long, and the group face many hurdles including stray dogs and defunct streetlights.
A darkly absurd, deadpan journey through urban ennui. It feels like a bleakly funny existentialist parable, where the mundane becomes epic and the search for meaning is met with surreal indifference. A true cult oddity.















