Under the guidance of this much celebrated triumvirate, refugee elements of Japanese yakuza films, an unpredictable succession of lush and intoxicating images, and a host of eccentric narrative tics from the cutting edge of Thai cinema converge to tell the story of the mysterious Kenji, a lonely, obsessive compulsive Japanese librarian's assistant and occasional suicide hobbyist quietly living and hoping to die in Bangkok. Hiding from an unknown past, the Mishima identified and moppishly coiffed Kenji seems determined on a premature rendezvous with oblivion: when first we meet him, he's already swinging by the neck from a makeshift noose. (Or is he?) If only Nid, the beautiful Thai woman that Kenji spies between the shelves one day, hadn't managed to die first. And if only Nid's acid tongued sister, Noi who inadvertently begins seducing the suicidal loner back into the chaos of life weren't leaving for Osaka on the Monday morning plane...