A vampire story without vampires – told in all shades of black, poison green and pimple pink. Disturbing and relentless like the clutches of a dictatorship. The world of the tragic hero and his lover is put out of joint by the sting of an initially tiny mosquito. After futile and lonely resistance, his better half leaves him. What is left that’s worth fighting for now? A parable in expressionist images and sounds.

Nadja Rademacher