S*CKMYP drops the spectator in a world continuously bombarded with digital fragmentation bombs. People wander through a kaleidoscopic labyrinth of trembling bodies and mutating buildings until they are swallowed by a yawning void. Lost pixels nestle like parasites under the skin and drag them through an everyday world that looks strange beyond recognition.

The film is a feverish dream, the loot of a nightly raid on suburban districts and new housing estates. A collection of the stolen dreams, fears and thoughts of its unsuspecting inhabitatants that is melted into a new impressive universe.

Concept en realisation: Kurt d’Haeseleer Text: Peter Verhelst, Music:  Köhn Productie: de Filmfabriek Met de steun van het VAF

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