The story mainly talks about three unemployed young men: an Arab, an African, and a Jew, who idly spend a day, drifting from the dull suburbs to Paris. One of them harbors hatred due to being beaten by a policeman, along with their long-standing resentment and anger, eventually leading to a large-scale confrontation with the police, becoming a 24-hour chronicle of rage. In the ensuing chaotic shootout, it no longer matters who lives or dies; the distinction between justice and evil ceases to exist. Whether it's the police or street thugs, everyone has lost control. As a thought-provoking line at the beginning of the film suggests: someone falls from a two-story building, and as he falls through each floor, he reassures himself that everything is still fine. What matters is not the process of falling but the result. The film doesn't include commercialized elements like bloody street fights, brotherhood loyalty, or other sensational crowd-pleasers. The dynamic handheld cinematography, while not particularly novel, still effectively conveys the chaotic social environment and the turbulent mental world of the youth. Together with stark black-and-white film stock, this forms a distinctive style.