The Terrace. The ten sullen teenagers are overprivileged, amoral and aimless, and their upper-crust parents are too obtuse or indifferent to notice.
One day an ill wind blows the kids together like discarded gum wrappers at a Buenos Aires sidewalk cafe. Off they go to the rooftop terrace of a skyscraper apartment building for an afternoon and night of drinking, violence, sadistic games, partner swapping and halting homosexual overtures.
At dawn, a helicopter swoops out of the hazy white sky, hovers above the pool and terrace. The teen-agers stand at the bleary end of...
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