A Melbourne drug dealer sends two of his customers to steal a bag of crystal meth from a grotty house, and as they bicker relentlessly one of them decides to sample what they've found. Except that it displaces him in time, 25 years into the past. She ends up doing the same, but with different results, and a seemingly neverending cycle of causality is started, also involving the dealer and an undercover cop, only the physical location never changing, except in terms of its state of repair.
This is certainly a novel take on the time travel genre, with the emphasis on the fact that time travel is a device rather than the theme. The theme is really the tortuous relationships between hopeless losers, and it deals with those fairly well, operating within a tiny budget and fuelled by more swearing than probably any other film ever made. No sentence is complete without a 'fuck' or 'cunt'. It's not elevating or enlightening in any way, but still deserves a commendation for effort.
5/10