Closing Time

A downandout scriptwriter spends his days and nights in the bars of Tokyo When he is thrown out of a joint because it is closing time there is always a willing lady to spend the rest of the night with In the street he has countless semiphilosophical discussions with fellow drinkers male and female shot in blackandwhite as prologue to the different chapters but in the end it often comes down to one thing the bottle of whisky that has to be finished An encounter with a homeless young man with AIDS marks a turning point in the life of the writer