We open, for instance, in the rain, as a throbbing Tindersticks track underscores a series
of beautiful but inscrutable nocturnal images: glimpses
of a man forlornly staring out his window, languorous tracking
shots of a nude
young woman in heels roaming through a deserted street, and finally a tableau
of a dead man's body splayed out beneath a fire escape, surrounded by paramedics in the background as a
woman, probably his wife, is draped in a tinfoil blanket in the fore.