Sean Dunne spends his camera time with a string of unrelated Florida residents who live loudly on the margins: barroom brawlers, drifters, and people who barely speak at all, each filmed alone in the places they actually inhabit rather than in a studio setup. There is no narration and no host stitching these portraits into an argument; Dunne simply lets each subject talk, or not talk, for a few minutes before cutting to the next one. Some come from Florida itself, others have drifted in from elsewhere, and the film treats their state as a kind of holding pen for people who don't fit anywhere else in America. The interviews are unscripted and often uncomfortable, catching subjects mid-story or mid-silence rather than building toward a tidy conclusion about any of them. It plays like a set of found photographs rather than a case study, offering fragments of lives without following up on what happened before or after the camera arrived.