Two successful advertising directors get a couple of prostitutes around to their flash suburban pad, only for their night of drug-fuelled S/M and general debauchery to be thwarted by an old-style father and son burglar duo. The intended quick steal soon becomes a long night of sweating as two cops sit on night patrol outside, engaged in Pulp Fiction-informed conversation. Power ebbs and flows and things get very bloody. Setting itself up as a satirical analysis of a certain moral void in the affluent younger generation, this quickly becomes more exploitation than exploration. Crude, explicit and tasteless, but with a degree of unpleasant energy.