Sunday Mourning

Not much of a party this one: we start with the hangover - our guy wakes to vomit in an alley, we cut to him swigging on a beer at a party the night before. As he wends his way groggily back home the story of the night before slowly unfurls via a series of cleverly simple cuts between the morning after and the night before. A cheating girlfriend leads with grim inevitability to a bordello, a dancer smacked in the face brings in the bouncers, which leads to our fellar's sorry alley state. No fairytale ending, either - bruised and bloody he knocks back on his two-timing girlfriend's door.