Francesca Ziviani

In the second part of the trilogy on anxiety (in continuation of White Epilepsy), the only light source that reflects on the screen is the naked human body. Its surface, full of bones and muscles, flexes and vibrates in a frantic rhythm. The livelier the reflection, the deeper a viewer feels his/her mortality, as he recognizes between the convulsions the forces he/she cannot control.

Four lifelong friends reunite at a decaying, sun-bleached villa above the cliffs of Cefalù, Sicily, with intent on recreating a golden summer from a decade prior.