IIt’s early morning in Paris when Daiga, the girl from Vilnius, turns up at the wheel of her old car. She has done the trip in one go. In her pocket, she has a little money, a lot of cigarettes and two phone numbers. She has dumped everything to come to Paris. She’s an actress. Back in Vilnius, she had met a French theatre director who was passing through the city and promised to help her. Paris is virtually reduced to the limits of a single administration district, the 18th, which is also the hunting ground of a killer of old ladies. The city is like a gigantic anthill, busy by day and also by night, with no chance of rest.

In this atmospheric study of contemporary alienation, Denis beautifully captures the psychological undercurrents that haunt the modern urban world.