Dean Wei

We want it. We buy it. We eat it. We swallow it down whole. But what does our body see when we stick it in our mouth?

After failing to find her place in the city, Jialing returns to her borderland hometown and takes up work again in a rundown nightclub. As she tries to rebuild her life, her estranged father reappears, hoping to reconnect before the holidays.

Two teenagers secretly meet for sex, but something goes wrong. When the boy confesses to his mother what has happened, she takes charge and makes all further decisions.

In a stifling mise en scène that leaves no room for spontaneity, affection or rebellion, father, mother and daughter perform their rigid roles. Each follows their own script, out of sync and devoid of actual interaction. Their evocative choreography reveals small neuroses, fractures in the façade.

A man and a woman don't find their place in their world, a world which a giant work office.

We want it. We buy it. We eat it. We swallow it down whole. But what does our body see when we stick it in our mouth?

After failing to find her place in the city, Jialing returns to her borderland hometown and takes up work again in a rundown nightclub. As she tries to rebuild her life, her estranged father reappears, hoping to reconnect before the holidays.

Two teenagers secretly meet for sex, but something goes wrong. When the boy confesses to his mother what has happened, she takes charge and makes all further decisions.

Two teenagers secretly meet for sex, but something goes wrong. When the boy confesses to his mother what has happened, she takes charge and makes all further decisions.

In a stifling mise en scène that leaves no room for spontaneity, affection or rebellion, father, mother and daughter perform their rigid roles. Each follows their own script, out of sync and devoid of actual interaction. Their evocative choreography reveals small neuroses, fractures in the façade.

A man and a woman don't find their place in their world, a world which a giant work office.