Five individuals, varying widely in appearance, perform signs of the cross set to techno music. Arranged in police line-up fashion, it becomes absurd when their gestures fall out of synch. Belief is portrayed as an unquestioning effort to simply keep pace. Their uniformity, produced through repetition, in turn produces a performative orthodoxy, which then seems to drive itself. Religion gets rocked at 120 b.p.m.
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