The year 1999 is dashing: humanity has not yet had time to get mired in the Internet and gadgets, and the onset of the new millennium is expected with trepidation and fear. Nurse Mandy takes a 12-hour shift at a hospital in the backwaters. A crooked woman carelessly uses invigorating powders right during the working day and quietly trades in fresh organs. But one day her brainless accomplice Regina loses a valuable package, and the bandits threaten her with merciless punishment. To save her skin, she dresses up as a nurse and enters the hospital in order to find a replacement for the lost organ as soon as possible. . .
The film is a bloody thriller with elements of a black comedy in the spirit of Tarantino or the Coens, but within the framework of a low-budget movie, of course. Two awkward female losers try to survive as best they can by selling organs to their newly released bodies. For patients with fatal diagnoses, nurse Mandy “accelerates” the approach of death by adding bleach to their droppers. Cruel business, according to the main characters, for good money.
The plot is built on the not-so-mind Shabold Regina, who with each of her actions launches a whole chain of adverse events. She is also the catalyst for all the troubles that occurred in the hospital in the 12-hour shift, and it is her shoals that have to be raked and covered in the future by Mandy.
Closer to the finale on the screen begins to create a real anarchy, where events one after another rush forward. Sometimes too naive, and somewhere and played, but in the concept of the picture, the whole action looks appropriate and organic.
Moral: Never stay in the hospital for a nap, otherwise you risk going home without any organ.
As a result, a cynical, sarcastic and moderately bloody thriller, with a razor-sharp script.
7 out of 10