Anabela Ribeiro

A young couple takes care of a holiday condo in the desolate environment of an empty village. When the weather changes and the unexpected happens, they begin to drift further apart.

A bronze figure declares his love to a woman, Isabel. Isabel recognises her inability to reciprocate this feeling and to surrender to this relationship. This story is staged by a Third Person, in a closed room with no time, in an atmosphere of urgent search for perfection in the performances of the two interpreters. The Third Person is, in turn, observed by a Fourth Person.

Idling afternoons, drugs, heartbreaks, psychedelic moods immersed in music. An adrenaline rush. Lisbon as the backdrop for a drifting youth.

In a secret place, there exists Wendy. Restless and with no grand objective, she dances in fear. The colour red haunts her, obfuscating her reality in a sad shade of pink. A macabre perception of femininity composed by the troubled imagination of its director, who has moulded his transgender experience into a semi-autobiographical absurdist horror, which dissects his experience of gender - both physically and mentally.

A depressed singer works on a song just as she's leaving her old band and starts losing her voice.