A story for people who romanticize their worst decisions and know exactly which song they’d play over the montage.
The year was 2012. The writing for a music blog in a modern mansion overlooking the Pacific—a perfect stage for one last hurrah—especially if you’re over 30, engaged, and miserable.
Restless in her engagement and adrift in her career, Mia Toscani lands a writing internship at the mysterious music blog, Synth Noir, founded by enigmatic surfer Simon De La Cruz.
Her co-intern, newly engaged Ritchie Nolan, seeks one last taste of freedom before corporate life—and his demanding fiancée—close in.
Sexual tension ignites in a haze of synthwave beats, nostalgic 80s pop, dreams, and drugs, sparking an obsession with the wrong (or right?) person and the brutal to marry, or not?
Synth Noir blends the hedonism of White Lotus with the heart of The Breakfast Club and the mixtape obsession of High Fidelity. A raw, biting satire about late Gen X navigating sex, marriage, and commitment fears in the early 2010s post-recession escapism that feels like a lifetime ago.