Love hurts but somehow we keep asking for more. It comes as a surprise that the need for love comes after the need for oxygen. To some of us love comes first and when that special someone lets go of you, the feeling you get is universal: drowning.
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Our film focuses on a man and a woman. She is sexy, covered in black with cold bright eyes, she clearly has the upper hand. They are both walking on water, their perfect reflection underneath them. The man starts chasing her, dancing towards where she stands, she flees on the opposite direction. As he pursues her, they start to slowly get immerged into the pitch black water, their dance moves drive them under the surface. They are now underwater and she's the only one who seems to have oxygen. The man is in a constant struggle and has to catch her as if getting her back into his life, in order to obtain the vital air he needs to keep going. |
Around the glass tank, the band is there, playing the song. The unreal reflection through the water brings an aesthetic mysterious treatment to the way they look. |
The sexy pitch black creature is making it hard for the man to catch her, eluding him with gracious dance moves sometimes teasing him, sometimes providing him just a breath of oxygen, but always making it hard for him to survive. The man is visibly turning as black as the woman, gradually losing his mind due to the lack of oxygen. He finally emerges again, his moves are now taking him back to the surface. The woman wants to keep him so she pulls him back down but he manages to stay above the waterline with the woman still grabbing on to his legs, she is forced to emerge as well. |
He feels alive again, meanwhile the woman seems unable to breath out of the water. Her eyes wide open, she is the one drowning now, as if the surface was a reality she could not handle, trying to force the man back into her unbearable toxic underwater lair. The man is fading from black to normal again, he gets up, pushes a heavy door behind which we can see the sun, he exits the mysterious place. The door slams shut. The woman gives up, slowly submerging herself back into the tank. Her toxic world is coming out on top of her, she fades, disappears, she made him suffer but, without him, she's nothing, her world means nothing.The man has freed himself from the grip of a toxic love. |
AZZURRO MALLIN Executive Producer