see it´s got heavy style, a slick dialogue, people you can chew on, action you can relate to and glorified settings all played off with crazy motherfuckers westerners playing their own parts.

there are three main characters. the first, we´ll call him DUSTY, DUSTY arrives at Genoa into a heatwave. He is due to meet an old friend who we´ll call DUTCH. DUTCH is there at the airport looking eager. They embrace and laugh perhaps talk about the lateness the heat and the girl with the red scarf in her hair looking strange into the heat. DUTCH says he´s thirsty, DUSTY is tired and dazed but agrees to get a coffee before they head off. They walk into the open plan cafe inside the airport and no sooner have they entered than a familiar face rises above a newspaper. ROOSTER grins and approaches. DUSTY smiles and raises his eyebrows.

"I never thought i´d see you here," he grins and shakes ROOSTER´s hand. "Shit, I knew you wouldn´t be surprised." He just knew it. They head out to the hire car and set off out of Genoa and along the coast. DUSTY crawls around the back of the car half asleep and wondering how they will get to where they´re going. DUTCH and ROOSTER play games with him about their route. They listen to DUSTY´s latest demos and wind down windows.

A way out of Genoa DUTCH asks DUSTY if his French is any good these days. It transpires they are heading down to the French Riviera. This is exciting. Cannes, Monte Carlo, Nice, Antibes. There is a jazz festival in Juan de Pins... Women, wine, good food and good music. It seems like an ideal break from the everyday shit of art and trouble. An adventure out of nowhere. DUSTY has come out of family trouble see... Life has been heavy and has struck him numb... A crazy ride might just bring him round. They pull into San Remo and eat in a place by the beach. It´s all heat and confusion, sand streets and poverty. The sense begins that all will not bode well. Out of the shit and into the golden shit they cross the border and arrive in Antibes, pulling into a car park and talking the attendant around a fee.

They stroll along the sea front. Skin everywhere. Fully clothed are our heroes. Hostility builds. A French man calls to them "Vous avez froid?" and then to DUSTY "Tu as froid?". DUSTY turns to him and winks. The French man asks again. DUSTY leans to him and coolly tells him to fuck off. The French man rises and curses. The three walk on. The tension in all three is clear. ROOSTER is struggling with direction in life, which path to follow, frustrated by the present. DUTCH is cool but waiting. Waiting for the click. Quietly working. Angry young men.

We cut to the evening. They are walking through the old town of Antibes. They sit at a bar and trade stories. They are sat next to a whore, a philosopher and his agent. They exchange glances. Our heroes drink, ROOSTER drinks his wine to hold down his weight. The others tease him. They decide to eat by the old town marina and find a nice place near the main square. They talk about everything with wit and strength. They argue about art and where it comes from. Genius and work. All things and God. It becomes heated and they drink to assuage the heat. The air is now tense as they leave their meal and head out to Juan de Pins for the long forgotten jazz festival soon to become a night in a dingy hip club. Something is going to happen it is clear.

But when? And to whom? Good or bad Part Two will follow this short break.

Matt Falloon