Tova Mozard

20 years ago a Hollywood extra met a budding filmmaker. She honed her directorial skills and he practised lines. Years later, a film which was never supposed to be had already been shot. Neither reality nor fiction, but both at the same time.

In a post-apocalyptic era, the prophecies roll against an unknown recipient, as religious messages from secular temples. The media's neon signs shine in the night and a lost soul wanders through life without apparently meeting anyone else. Are we at the end of the world, the end or the rebirth?

The artist Tova Mozard places herself, her mother and grandmother on the Royal Dramatic Theatre's main stage. In a therapy similar staging stories accidentally and unavoidably passes between generations, between mother and daughter.