The Revelation: How I Was Struck at No. 29 Parrocchia Street

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A loudspeaker broadcasts an irreversible announcement: Judgment Day has been brought forward. No one responds. No one seems to be listening. Authority has been emptied of pathos, the voice has become a function, liturgy has been transformed into procedure. Shot on expired black-and-white Super 8 film, with an old digital color video camera and archival sound material, the film traverses a fragmented and opaque reality, where the substance of the image is consumed along with the world it is supposed to represent. The film presents itself as a damaged liturgical object, a magnetic relic that still transmits, but from an elsewhere already emptied of grace. A fragment of the end, caught in the act of its stalemate.