In this crime story, time is the moral perpetrator. Every time the clock strikes 00.00 the ecstasy and the nightmare begins. The zero, sometimes like an open mouth that screams, sometimes like an open mouth half asleep and sometimes like a...See moreIn this crime story, time is the moral perpetrator. Every time the clock strikes 00.00 the ecstasy and the nightmare begins. The zero, sometimes like an open mouth that screams, sometimes like an open mouth half asleep and sometimes like a colorful button that invites the hero to a nightmarish katabasis. There, he is only carrying a very long gray coat on his shoulders, a small pot in his hand and a broken electric clock that sometimes flashes inside a dream and sometimes locks him up in a prison. Zero, a fuel. Never burns. Ashes. Written by
Thessaloniki International Film Festival
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