New York City
This is Steven Dietz’ quirky and hysterical look at love, life, and the perils of bowling. Jake owns the bowling alley in a small Midwestern town. In his younger days, Jake was a promising concert musician, but a foul-tip baseball broke his fingers which subsequently healed into a perfect bowler’s grip. He replays the key frames of his life on a hilltop where he comes to ruminate on his life and where two of his three wives are buried. But who is that nattily dressed man with dark glasses and a revolver lurking nearby?