Immortality... We all want it. The chance to defy that black specter of death that equalizes us. But to live forever, drifting through time like a ghost, residue of a memory, unattached to anything, anyplace… anyone. Hiding in shadows until the earth stops spinning. The crushing loneliness of it…would it really be worth it? A conflict between man and nature by defying each polarity equally, his immortality is lifeless and nugatory.
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A drama that curdle into a slow-motion nightmare who tracks the disintegration of a family after the death of its matriarch. Explores grief, trauma and the meaning of inheritance (transforming the concept of family demons into something that’s simultaneously literal and deeply unsettling on an existential level). Annie and the audience are pawns in an ancient ritual to bring the demon Paimon into Peter’s body and Joan is part of a coven that Ellen was involved with. A long-lived possession ritual told from the perspective of the sacrificial lamb. Kubrickian symmetry at its finest.