Two men waiting for equipment to do an unspecified job. The one in charge insists on doing a dry run inventory of the contents of the expected crates. The purely hypothetical assumes a wacky, sinister autonomy that transports them to a frozen wilderness. They grow close; they grow apart; they become mortal enemies.
A gem of nuanced interaction, one of those deftly constructed two-handed exercises built on back-and-forth shifts of mood. A deeply funny, finely graded psychological portrait that also becomes a tribute to the conjuring powers of theater. Imagine the testy, silly one-upmanship of Abbott and Costello crossed with the menacing ambiguity of Harold Pinter and you'll get the idea.