What would it be like if the ancient myth of the necromancers of the Acherusia lake survived till today? What if such oracles existed, that claimed they could intermediate to bring the living in touch with their beloved dead? If they still...See moreWhat would it be like if the ancient myth of the necromancers of the Acherusia lake survived till today? What if such oracles existed, that claimed they could intermediate to bring the living in touch with their beloved dead? If they still existed, they would be bandogs. They lead a solitary life with the exclusive purpose of guiding a person who lost a beloved, in order to confront his cherished one... or confront that very absence... or the guilt and unanswered questions that rise from such a loss. She is a bandog. Her past is dark enough to be one, and the pain she has been through herself is constantly implied by her scarred face. Despite her agony behind her, she is wise enough to guide him, light his path, help him avoid bitterness and dead ends. She is almost like the inner calm he has long lost. He is a man of agitation and anxiety, that stirs up everything about his life: emotions, queries, conclusions. He seeks to communicate with his dead wife and daughter and finds her, the bandog that will take him there. But where? How does she do that? What is it that she really does? Does she know what death is? Or, as she would correct him, 'what death is NOT'? Written by
Artemis Fradelou, scriptwriter
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