"Dear Phil, I cannot continue m.o.s.! -- S.O.S.! -- Come to Lisbon with all your stuff a.s.a.p.! Big hug, Fritz." Our story starts with this rather cryptic message on a postcard. We soon understand that the postcard was sent by a film director, Friedrich Monroe, to his friend Phillip Winter, a sound engineer. Friedrich has started a movie in Lisbon on a very romantic notion: He wanted to do it as if the whole history of cinema hadn't happened, shooting all on his own, a man alone in the streets, with an old hand-cranking camera. Friedrich failed, and when he realized he had painted himself into a corner, he called Winter for help. When Winter arrived, there was not a bit of Monroe. Being intent on finding him he goes on the expedition through the streets of Lisbon, temporarily accompanied by some Gangsters

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