Christina Kipreou

Escaping another disappointing party, two inseparable best friends wander the city’s gray underbelly shimmering in glitter, searching for a spark of wonder to jolt them out of their thirties crisis.

A girl, caught in the emptiness of the city, desperately runs towards a football match, but her friend, waiting in a car, aims to make her realize the futility of the chase and the solace that can only be found in their companionship.

The Bastards have left the city behind. Their house in the countryside smells of nothing but summer. Five girls and five boys living in the moment, for the moment. No outsider comes around here, and all the insiders take turns standing guard, kissing each other, playing dead. They are still kids. They are your kids. They are our Bastards.