Bloody Nose, Empty Pockets
A shabby bar somewhere on the outskirts of Las Vegas is throwing a party to celebrate its last day of work before closing. Regulars come to say goodbye to the institution: drunks, street philosophers, failed actresses. The film lives with them this day from dawn to dusk. However, in fact, the farewell recorded on the tape is an improvisation, the bar itself is not closed, and its visitors are invited to play themselves.