The Death I Dreamed Of

The Death I Dreamed OfOVERVIEW


Director: Panagiotis Kravvas
Producer: Bloodrain Dogs, Yvone Roman Films, Panagiotis Kravvas
Executive Producer: Panagiotis Petropoulos, Dimitris Koliodimos, Grigoris Kokkinakis
Editor: Yannis Marris
Cast: Andreas Konstantinou, Tzeni Theona, Lena Papaligoura, Nikolas Aggelis, Giorgos Spanias, Miriella Kourenti, Konstantinos Gavalas, Stavros Svigos, Venetia Kontou, Dimitris Samolis, Ioanna Triantafullidou, Nikolas Papagiannis, Sophia Georgovassili
Cinematographer: Michalis Kapetanidis
Writer: Panagiotis Kravvas
Producer's Representative: Ostrow and Company


In a northern middle class suburb…

This peaceful and happy life of the residents of this suburb is shattered by the suicide of a high school student. And even if for the majority this incident is an isolated one and of negligible importance, for others is serves as a warning : death lurks everywhere and even the middle class dream can turn into a nightmare…

The camera follows a group of students, centring on DOROTHEA, an attractive 17-year old girl, ready to transcend the tight boundaries of her dull teenage lifestyle. PAVLOS is at her side, her devoted childhood friend, secretly in love with her and totally submitted to her in a pathetic sort of way. A bit further away there are MARIA, MYRTO, NIKOS, ALEXIS. They are all sweet, ordinary, familiar individuals. These characters will be, to a larger or lesser extent, the main characters of the drama as it unfolds, some as victims, the rest as perpetrators in the ensuing horror…

Dorothea films her group of friends with her small video camera. In small doses, colour images intertwine with black and white picture, the objective with the subjective point of view and this mosaic at times resembles the meticulous exaggeration of a fiction film while at others the bleak realism of a documentary…

Although Dorothea will seek for “sings of life beyond” in his imposing presence and his eerie gaze, she will only succeed in sharing with him the nightmare…

Not before long Christos will become the central figure of the group. In his effort to stand out, to be unique, command respect and probe into things he flagrantly disregards light and is gradually attracted by darkness. Slowly, as if part of a ritual he is seduced by the occult. And with him the people that surround him, out of love, awe, curiosity and fear, follow … as if in a trance.

The “harmless” teenage mystical gatherings give way to “real” satanic rituals; the “innocence” of adolescent love turns into sexual abuse and agonising orgies. And this bloody chain reaction leads to the first human sacrifice … a young female totally decomposed, hideously disfigured. “When she was discovered there was no face left … millions of worms were eating away her face, disfigured beyond any recognition…”.

Is it real or a dream? And if the murder was committed, why did the camera not record the event?

The main characters sink deep into a word of nightmares. Death and pain endow their black and white world with some sort of colour. More dead bodies follow, as well as pentacles, black candles, fires, libations … Christos is now the devil and Dorothea is his high priestess. This cycle of blood dyes the adolescent faces and binds them together in a pact of silence, fear, devotion and complete submission.

The idyllic suburb has turned into a living hell and horror lurks in the dark.

Myrto’ s suicide will end the nightmare. Her note will reveal the truth.

As Christos is taken away by the police he will scream at the ever present television cameras, “We are not movie stars, we are murderers”.

Warm sunlight will caress our souls, erase the marks and soothe pain…

The Nightmare is over…

Until the next time …