Rami El Sabbagh - 2mg of rotten blood on pure white snow (2007)

In the mid 80s, Beirut is at war. A group of young men wearing neat black clothing wander around the city by night. They occupy empty houses for a few hours and gather what they can of the furniture. In the darkness of the night, they move the goods to the mountains and sell them back to their owners. Each night after midnight, the young men meet in an empty movie theatre. There they watch films, smoke cigarettes, discuss cinema, and receive orders from an old man. “I have one thing to tell you: one of these days I am going to cut myself into dear little frames and feed them into a live transmission. Alive again.“