After a seemingly drunken evening, Charlotte wakes up in the middle of the night on her bed. While she has no memory of the past few hours, she hears her co-tenant being violently attacked in her room. Unable to rescue her, Charlotte finds herself alone with the intruder. The latter accuses him of having stolen his most precious possession. To stay alive, Chartlotte will have to identify the object in question, and above all, remember the misdeeds of which she seems accused.
In the pure tradition of the crazy erotic neo-giallo which already characterized his old films, with "13 notes in red" François Gaillard signs his most accomplished work and shows total generosity offering a mixture of hemoglobin and sexuality on a tasty aesthetic punctuated with neon reds and leather. Suffice to say that it's been a long time since French bis cinema has produced something so enjoyable.