There Were Four of Us
Four people soliloquizing in a room. In the leading role: the subconscious, it seems. An electronically charged, colourful chamber play with rapid changes of location. Sequences that could be from a strange diary in dialogue with layers of dream pull you in. “One day I dreamed that I couldn’t wake up from layers and layers of dreams.” In Cassie Shao’s film, the narrative flow circles around questions concerning a case of death – no holds barred and brightly surrealistic.