Filmmaker Statement

I wonder what our genetically evolved selves could be like hundreds of years from now? Could we reach a point in our future where we have become so ‘perfect’ that we could no longer die or feel pain? What would it be like to be trapped inside an endless body? Would we still have pangs of desire to escape our physical shell and reach a spiritually transcendent state? Would we become so obsessed with the bygone era of death and pain that we would begin to fetishize it? What if the only way young people could reconcile these curious urges was to go back in time? To go on a rites of passage ritual to kill mortals from our past and get a vicarious understanding of pain and death? There is something disturbing and melancholy about this idea to me, that even in our most perfect state, we might yearn to experience death and the fragility of the ‘human’ condition.