With its racked up soundtrack, fancy dissolves, slo-mo camera and moments of Tarantino-like casual violence, this dreamy tale of a young commercials film-assistant (or is she a check-out girl?) seems more an exercise in style than an exploration of modern Bangkok. Young Pu lives with her dad, who forgets her birthday, more concerned, it seems, with the femme fatale down at the karaoke bar. He's beaten up by a gang of bouncers including a cool young hitman whom Pu fancies. Pu goes to the swimming pool a lot and visits a fortune teller who predicts her father's death. The director, whose debut this is, comes from commercials, so maybe he's fed up with unmistakable meanings.