Xiao-Dong Guo

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In 2045, a filmmaker lands on Mars and tries to make a film. “Home… Far away from home”, he recalls faces of people, thus a collection of moving images emerge.

Pursuing a lost train, I drive myself into my own memory where a train attendant wants to extricate himself from a worldly life. Like wind passing by, he appears in my life briefly. When I look into his phantom, I realize that the people and landscape are reshaped and its images become unforeseen.

Four wraithlike figures of different ages and pasts, haunted by memory, drift along Nanjing's wintry riverbanks. They share an abandoned ruin where talk turns to poetry, painterly pauses, instrumental reveries and the unabashed group therapy of karaoke.

No synopsis available yet.

In 2045, a filmmaker lands on Mars and tries to make a film. “Home… Far away from home”, he recalls faces of people, thus a collection of moving images emerge.

Pursuing a lost train, I drive myself into my own memory where a train attendant wants to extricate himself from a worldly life. Like wind passing by, he appears in my life briefly. When I look into his phantom, I realize that the people and landscape are reshaped and its images become unforeseen.

Four wraithlike figures of different ages and pasts, haunted by memory, drift along Nanjing's wintry riverbanks. They share an abandoned ruin where talk turns to poetry, painterly pauses, instrumental reveries and the unabashed group therapy of karaoke.