Summary
Barry Baline is a man defined by the monotonous rhythm of the New York City subterranean world. For six grueling years, he has stood as a sentinel at a subway station, a cog in the urban machine who has never once tasted the liberation of a day off. His existence is one of shadows, turnstiles, and the relentless roar of steel on tracks. However, the arrival of New Year's Eve brings an unexpected fracture in his routine when he is abruptly informed that his services are not required until the following morning. Emerging from the depths like a deep-sea creature hitting the surface, Barry decides to immerse himself in the revelry of the city. This pursuit of joy is violently interrupted when he is struck down by a luxury vehicle, a sleek emblem of the wealth he has only ever observed from a distance. The driver, a man draped in the opulent trappings of the evening elite, becomes the catalyst for a chaotic odyssey. What follows is a frantic exploration of mistaken identity, where Barry is thrust into a world of high-stakes social maneuvering and danger that his life underground never prepared him for. The film navigates the thin, often permeable line between the working class and the aristocracy, using a single night of urban madness to strip away the 'clothing' of social status.
Synopsis
Barry Baline, a guard at a subway station, has worked at his job for six years without a day off. One New Year's Eve he's told that he won't be needed until the next morning, so he decides to go out for a night on the town. As it turns out, however, his "celebrating" is short-lived--he is knocked down by a large, luxurious car driven by a man wearing expensive evening clothes. Complications ensue.
