FILM NOIRE

Nighttime, LA. Our hero opens his eyes, regaining consciousness. Above him, the Hollywood sign flashes. Nearby, there is a car and a dead cop. It looks like our man is the killer. He ca not remember a damned thing -how he got there, what happened, who he is. Sirens scream. Time to run. In the car a cell phone rings. A voice calling him “Sam Ruben” tells him that the job is done and the money is on his bank account. Is he Ruben? He visits the detective's office, where a secretary informs him that Ruben is away. A dead end? Back in the car, the phone rings again. It is the secretary, calling to tell Ruben that David Hudson was just in the office. That night our hero breaks into Ruben's office and steals the file on Hudson. The photo in the file is HIM! He is David Hudson... Or is he? Thus our hero enters a hellish world of deception and depravity, desperate to regain his identity in this black, white and blood-red nightmare where the only thing filthier than lies is the sex, and the only sure thing is that nothing is what it seems.