On a sultry summer night in Brussels, various bodies, each searching for another, collide: some find love, others do not. Foregrounding small gestures and actually capturing the shape of solitude, Akerman’s fragmentary style quietly subverts typical narrative conventions and establishes a choreography of indoors and out, upstairs and down, attraction and rejection. The film is fashioned from the shards of two dozen pulverized melodramas. locations criss-cross as characters meet and embrace, dance and split up, yank each other into cabs, or simply watch everyone else in the throws of passion.