The setting is a Nazi-occupied country (explicitly not France - quelle suggestion!) where Frank, the son of a blowsy brothel keeper, spends his days hanging out with the girls and their German clients, and his nights hanging out with the boys, stealing and black marketeering. Mired in self-disgust, he proceeds to ever greater atrocities - murdering an old lady who was kind to him as a child, arranging the rape of a naive neighbour who's in love with him - and finally, the depths plumbed, getting himself executed. The tone is non-sensational; indeed, from the start, the film seems as exhausted as its hero is by the finish: you wonder if the director even bothered to show up. Mostly, it induces gloom to no useful end.