This dance piece is a battle, complete with vice, egoism, and private aggression. A sarcastic spectacle working in contrasts: the stage changes into the backstage, light into shadow, intimacy into exhibition, power into powerlessness. The dancers are also masters of the use of space and lights -- choosing themselves what will remain hidden and what will be highlit. Charged with this important personal task (and personal power), the performers play out their theatrum vitae with the courage of missionaries in a lost land, dancing the dance of the action hero at preposterous speeds, and touching us with a scene about a virginity lost forever. It's like a medieval farce - fights, sex, and no mercy. No positive characters. In these masterfully constructed situations, the bizarre narcissistic figures we watch are fuelled by lust and the desire for attention. In unspoken bitter hope the moral paradox of our bodies is revealed - our bodies are the proverbial vessels of sin, and yet in their naked and vulnerable they are the image of innocence, the desirable "fair copy" of all of us.