Flirting at the Funeral

The evening breeze is fragrant with the scent of grilled lobster and designer sun-block. Two German girls in starched white uniforms, buttoned up as tight as Barbie dolls, are serving champagne. Dave Leaper sips his drink and dreams of death and vengeance. At a clinic in Southern Europe, a group of young filmmakers are recreating the songs, the slogans, and the idealism of the years of revolution, while an old man, mummified by wealth and power, watches them and pays the bills.