An abstract look at an amplification of life in the First World today.
In a dystopian future, people are born and live alone in tall apartment blocks – never seeing the outside world. We pass several dark rooms illuminated only by the glow of televisions static. Sitting in a chair in each identical, black room is a different person on a straight-backed chair. Watching the static. The only thing people know on this planet is the television, and they watch the most mind-numbing channel of them all – Static. This is their life. This is what they know. Nobody questions what they see or do - they watch the static until they die. We see their faces, pale and drawn by the complete lack of outside light. The static on the television reflects in a mans sunglasses, that he never takes off. The final room we come to sits a young girl; she has no chair but wraps her hands around her ankles, as we watch her she seems to wake up out of herself, her face creases into a slight frown. Curious by the light in front of her, she reaches out to touch the static screen on the television, her hands almost touch the screen but she pulls back as the crackle of static caresses her fingers. Tenderly, and hesitant, she draws her face closer to the television. The static reflects brightly in her eyes as her hands work over the static like a spider.
Gathering courage, she touches the screen gingerly, which taps the television into a montage film sequence of the world outside. The girl has never seen the outside world and is transfixed as she sees shot after shot of War, gunfire, slaughter, murder, atrocities, disfigurement and terror. As the images build up to an excruciating and overwhelming level, the girl pulls back in horror. Suddenly the doors to the exit in each room in the apartment block start shaking madly as if someone is trying to get in. The other characters in their rooms look slowly, lethargically, towards their own room door with a blank expression. The door continues to rattle getting louder and louder, the girls face is pulled back n terror. The other characters turn back to the static on the TV and seem content once again in their blindness. The girl gets up and begins to walk to the door, it stretches out further and further into the distance, the corridor seems to elongate with each step she takes, smoke and white, pure, light filters from underneath the door Her hand, shaking reaches out for the handle. Static comes from the door handle as she almost touches it. The sound of the static reminds her of the repulsive scenes she saw on the television, she jumps back in terror, the door fades into black as it pulls away from her. Slowly, an image comes out of the darkness – the girl sits in a straight-backed chair watching static on television, transfixed. From her point of view, a quote is barely visible in between the static on the screen: Wherever there is danger, there lurks opportunity. The two are inseparable. They go together. ~ Earl Nightingale