Bliss

Nowhere to go but down: the painter Dezzy smokes non-stop, drinks like a fish and uses the word FUCK at least once in every second sentence. Usually more often than that. A creative block makes her revive old alliances and soon she loses herself stuffed with psychotropic substances. Joe Begos’ psychotronic nightmare Bliss only knows full speed. Through overstimulation it evokes a sensory collapse in the viewers, and also regarding the volume of bodily fluids keeps up with previous work of the mad and insanely talented director. A maximally indigestible affair in a DIY punk spirit, that leaves the audience members wanting a shower, and probably a drink and a smoke.