The beginning is another film: an American early-’60s noir, dissected and demolished, whose tortured and “subverted“ images are organized in precarious, fragile and ever-changing structures, in multiple plotlines criss-crossing in a state of constant collapse. Provoke the deflagration of a closed system through a mechanism of chain implosions. Forget what you see while you’re still observing it, and immerse yourself in an ancestral optical vibration. A howl without a reason.