In a symbolic DIY green screen room an overambitious, semi-professional director pushes a middle-aged post-punk band into the making of a dance video. Footloose, footwork, jumpstyle and mosh pits are his choreographic vision; with the help of artificial intelligence he hopes his big break has come at last. A most ideal maximum-average band clad in doubledoubledouble-denim comes into existence, white men dressed in rabbit costumes philander ignorantly in a forest on fire while multi-ethnic groups of firewomen try to get a job done. A fuzzy, rythmic-hypnotic edit marries the images to the music.
