PLOT
Shot to glamourise the morbid aesthetic of a dull March day in Greater Manchester; a protagonist that could be plucked out of any pub from Stockport to Coventry; and with a score echoing the unsettling quirk of a Jon Brion piece, 'sex, coffee and a cinnamon roll...' follows a jaded, nonchalant Man as he becomes rudely entangled in a plot to retrieve his stolen wallet from a 10 year-old boy.