"It is idealistic... and therefore cruel" - Doestoevsky, The Insulted and the Injured.

Shot on super 8 and Betacam and transferred to 35 mm with a ritualistic score and lo-fi sound mix, this unfathomable, untranslatable exercise produces a strangely theatrical arena for breaking in the body. Linking sadomasochistic impulse to Nordic mythology and an uncertain (fetishistic? fascist?) politic, this is a film harnessed in callipers and bridle, lived in a coffin, bandaged in odd signs and producing - in negative - a frightening measure of perfection.