A deafening loss of control, a hammering precipice we are all chained to, padded by the daily pills that anesthetize our senses, until we are able to swallow any type of brutality as it was normal and unavoidable. Numbing of the spectator’s ability of reaction due to the fast and overwhelming rhythm of the images. Mauri uses a hypnotizing, Tarantino-like montage, which synthesizes the public’s overexposure to both violence and sex, two elements which dramatically characterize contemporary society. In the midst of this riveting vortex of physical pain, contorted sexual encounters, and exposed flesh, Hollywood stars appear in full pompousness on the red carpet. A match that dips its roots into both power and its own fulfillment. The Hollywood star appears as the end product of a process revolved around crude and coveted violence, a final divine personification, expiation of a tortuous path that eventually separates her or him from the masses.