Is there a single moment that defines the rest of our lives? A man, destined for a mediocre existence, undergoes a transformation and becomes the most notorious drug dealer in the city.
He grows refined in both dress and demeanor, while losing all traces of mercy, love, and sensitivity.
Over the course of ninety minutes, he crosses paths with every possible metamorphosis of his own personality—encountering characters afflicted by irredeemable evil—in a steadily intensifying spiral of tension, culminating in a destructive ending, as the truth always is.
This story crosses the fine line between the irony of evil and the sadness of good, tracing a slow, inevitable descent between absolution and dissolution. It is a Greek tragedy fueled by misunderstandings and perverse coincidences. The world the characters inhabit is one of the implausible, a realm of enchantment encased within the fragile boundaries of a snow globe. It is a surrealist film set almost entirely in a single location, where the full spectrum of human deviance takes the stage. The film offers a vision of the world experienced solely through the senses. It is The Count of Monte Cristo reimagined, where perception doesn’t reflect reality as it is but reshapes it through the lens of individual consciousness. There is no singular truth. Each character observes their little shred of the story, unable to see the broader picture that will let them culminate in the apocalypse. Everything is a performance - a labyrinth of illusions. And life, paraphrasing Italo Calvino, is nothing more than a passage from one labyrinth to another. Costumes and set design will craft a surreal, timeless environment free from judgment or morality. Here, everything exists for aesthetics alone. A kaleidoscope of characters weaves a multiplicity of narratives that appear disconnected. Without realizing it, they step into one another’s stories. Unknowingly, they all slide into the same bubble, into a shared fate that will, in just ninety minutes, lead them to a tragic conclusion. It is a Dantean spiral, building tension with every turn. It is the banality of chance that brings together lives so vastly separate.
