In the heart of their hood, Lola and Moha are staggering home. On their way, they come across a car, the lights are on… as if someone had forgotten to close a door. The opportunity seems too good, Lola convinces her lover to do it. Moha finds the keys in the glove compartment. From that moment on, it’s the great disinhibition of ambitions; how far will they go with this “borrowed” car full of gas? Why not trade their suburb for the sea?
Fuck You I'm Millwall
Overview
In the heart of their hood, Lola and Moha are staggering home. On their way, they come across a car, the lights are on… as if someone had forgotten to close a door. The opportunity seems too good, Lola convinces her lover to do it. Moha finds the keys in the glove compartment. From that moment on, it’s the great disinhibition of ambitions; how far will they go with this “borrowed” car full of gas? Why not trade their suburb for the sea?