© Yves Dubé


Lorne Brass

Five men, in water up to their ankles, work in a brokerage office.


Five men dream of somewhere else and of love, and refuse the hell of their five desks. Routine is a prison without locks or bars. Is there any escape other than the imaginary? And opium? It is a spectacle of bodies in movement, exploring the limits of their confinement. It is a raft adrift on a torrent of hopes and failures. It is a watery drearn whose spatters spare no one.


Conceived and directed by Lorne Brass