In a city where writing two first names on a love lock triggers an uncontrollable and contagious love possession, a simple bridge gradually disappears under a cascade of metal and flesh, transforming romance into a carnal and suffocating nightmare.

SYNOPSIS:

Genre: Horror Comedy / Experimental

Format: Short film (3 to 5 minutes)

Soundtrack: Hypnotic robotic music (Pa.Pa.Papapa), complete silence.

The Plot: Bridges are covered in padlocks engraved by lovers. Here, the urban legend becomes a terrifying reality: as soon as two people are linked by a padlock, they instantly and obsessively fall in love with each other. The problem? Love is a chain reaction, and everyone starts coveting their neighbor.

The Story (The Ascent)

The film opens with a striking image: two intertwined padlocks, then a couple passionately kissing in a car. Suddenly, a man appears, attaches his own padlock to their chain, and runs violently toward the couple, ready to force his way in, but he crashes violently against the windshield in a sharp, absurd impact. The couple, completely consumed by the impulse, continue kissing without a glance at the intruder. The man, shaken but drawn in by the curse, manages to slip in and kiss them.

Without a word, the pace quickens. On a pedestrian crossing, a man with a suitcase is embraced by his wife… then immediately attacked by a stranger, then by a delirious mob that erupts in a grotesque and absurd melee. Meanwhile, on the bridge, the padlocks multiply at a frenetic pace, assembling to form a veritable metal armor.

The Climax (The Fall)

The escalation is total: the entire city is infected by this frenzied love. The camera slowly approaches the bridge, now entirely covered by a massive iron curtain.

The horror materializes macabrely: in the midst of this human tide, a woman coldly pulls her husband by the feet. The poor man, suffocated under the weight of the amorous crowd, is dragged like a mere inert object toward the bridge's arch.

The tracking shot crosses the metal threshold. Beneath the arches, laughter gives way to unease: it is a "Temple of Flesh." Hundreds of eroticized, exhausted, and entangled bodies lie in a giant, inescapable embrace. Their faces are ravaged, their makeup has run, their hair is disheveled, and traces of blood stain their lips, evidence of endless kisses.

The curtain of padlocks has sealed their prison. Complete black.