Portrait of a Dancer

The cruelty of the world is driving us further and further away from ourselves, sacrificing our very reason for being in pursuit of a nonexistent profit that we will never see with our own eyes. Only those who can afford to buy the world can afford to create. Yet nothing ever created by those minds from hell will be comparable to the work of any true artist. An essay on insurrection and a call for an immediate halt to neocapitalist production inspires a film student to gather a select group of artists who will attempt to wield their voices and art as political weapons, creating the first artistic-terrorist cell to challenge the complacency and banality of contemporary society.