Based on A Lethal Femme Fatale a confession by missd
Max is lying on his back. He’s dizzy. He is a detective – at least that’s what it says on that plate on his office’s door. He looks up, he’s not alone. He identifies her sillhouette. She’s holding a gun. And she’s pointing it at him. Will he survive to a lethal femme fatale?
Shooting a story from the 20s, in a bar that's actually a real speakeasy bar, with two amazing new performers. So cinematic! The script has this dizziness feeling mixing expectance and erotica. This was a dream coming to life!
Erika Lust
