A filmmaker leaves home with his camera. He wants to film a black swan, but it doesn’t appear, and his small project becomes a grand illusion. How can we explain cinema that doesn’t exist, cinema that speaks of nothingness, or cinema that dies along the way? Iban del Campo searches for a black swan and doesn’t find it. Yet, meanwhile, life goes on… And he has a camera in his hand and many files on his hard drive.
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