Bodies without Bodies in Outer Space

You hear a slowly increasing mellow droning sound that accompanies the image of a boat running at full speed through what seems to be a river. There are a few people on its deck closely inspecting the water ahead of them. Cut. Against a navy-blue heavily clouded sky, there’s a big wooden cross situated in the screen’s center. On it stretches a man wearing sunglasses and a suit. Positioned on the left and on the right, the other two people look directly into the camera. There appears a caption, aligned to the left hand side of the screen: “There’s a park nearby, let’s get high and suck each other off.” Cut. A woman in her 30s, wearing black and half-lying in bed, picks up the phone. “Antek has died,” she says. “The funeral is tomorrow. Please call later.” The image glitches and stutters, sputtering layers of visual noise. The screen cuts to black. You hear a female voice, as if through a phone, humming: “Ninon, oh, please smile.” 

This mid-length experimental film is an audio-visual and textual mixtape, a mash-up of over 20 films, multiple audio samples, and textual fictional and biographical stories, all converging into a meditation on grief. With the core reference point being the cinema of Polish People’s Republic (1952-1989), this film combines stories coming from various places, fictional and auto-biographical, told through multiple voices and text captions.