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A landscape film built around a slow descent, from snow-covered summits into the depths of a frozen abyss. Light and sound slip inexorably downward until they encounter a strange presence: a sine wave transformed into a voice, unreal, obsessive, and spectral. Borrowed from John Milton’s Paradise Lost, the title Which Way I Fly Is Hell evokes a trajectory of descent in which every direction seems to lead deeper into the abyss.
