A body wrapped in coils of celluloid is discovered on a demolition site where, fifteen years earlier, four aspiring young directors had made an underground film of a man's suicide.
As a murder enquiry is opened, which of the four now has something to hide from his former associates? Harry Foxx, the frustrated arthouse director, whose only feature didn't so much get released as manage to escape; Frank, who gave up film-making to become a critic; Richard Charnock, who as a director achieved some commercial success, with a string of sexploitation quickies, and an equal measure of critical derision; or Angelo, lowly film dispatch clerk, who hears voices in static and is embarked on a lonely, obsessive search for the Museum of Lost Cinema Spaces.
