Rotting In The Sun

Only optimists commit suicide. The optimists who can no longer be optimistic.

The others having no reason to live why should they have a reason to die?

If you are condemned to live in torment there is nothing that can save you. Anything will make you suffer as much as a tragedy: resign yourself to decay at any time. It is your fate.

It's the filmmaker himself walking around the city, among desperate people in a state of abandonment.

Search the Web for "How to commit suicide easily without pain in Mexico."

For the world has become a coveted destination where to commit suicide, you can easily find Pentobarbital. Cost: 392 pesos.

Pentobarbital becomes deadly when the dose exceeds 3 grams. Within two or three minutes of taking it, one is asleep and after about half an hour the heart stops beating.

Terminally ill, elderly people travel here from Europe to buy it.

Sebastian is an artist and depicts phalluses of any size on canvases, walls, etc.

He snorts, sleeps, lives in a house where the maid Beto wanders around doing damage among the works--while other collaborators, friends, neighbors move about undisturbed.

He goes to Zicatela, a puerto escondito beach crowded with gay nudists on a transgressive, overexcited tour.

There he meets an old influencer acquaintance, social media star Jordan Firstman, who tries to seduce him and convince him to direct his next project. Sebastian is rather reluctant, he is in a very difficult phase of his life but nevertheless he accepts and awaits the arrival of the annoying and intrusive Jordan in his house.

But something happens and upon the influencer's arrival the filmmaker/artist has disappeared and a shroud of mystery falls over the maid Beto who continues to wander around the house with Jordan trying to figure out where he has gone.

But the mystery thickens among gags, misunderstandings, google translations, acquaintances, orgies, and much functional confusion.

Over-the-top performances; Beto is played by an actress who had previously starred in Silva's extraordinary film, The Dwarf.

Frantic film, at the mercy of social and device.

A desperate search for meaning in the daily nonsense of the delirium of those who desperately love life and those who tragically detest it.

Ketamine, cocaine, pentobarbital, alcohol, naked male bodies , assembled, framed, multiplied....

Beto's lost gaze in the face of chance, misfortune, unforeseen circumstance.

Life and death always lurking, between drownings, drugs and suicide attempts.

Nothing is predictable, organizable, prosecutable, there will always be something, someone who will decide how to divert one's path of life or death.

Life is this, death is always a daily possibility lurking.

Surprising with unpredictable ending.

My mission is to suffer for everyone what they suffer without knowing it, I have to pay for them, atone for their unconsciousness, the luck they have to ignore, to what extent we are unhappy.