Parisian disco delinquent Lola crashes out on the bus on her way home, wakes up at the end of the line, gets chatting to a pill-popping stranger, decides to neck bucketloads of pharmaceuticals and then spends the night flailing in a damp warehouse. (Sounds like an average Friday night to me). Falling instantly in love on clocking French-Algerian junkie Emir, the path to Lola's true happiness is obstructed by the object of her desire's humongous habit and spookily pallid girlfriend. Stylishly subterranean.