In a brief and disturbing tale, a young man confronts his own identity and the pressure of societal expectations as he prepares for a daily ritual: shaving. The story begins in a modest bathroom, where the protagonist, with a look of concern, faces the mirror. As he applies shaving cream, his thoughts seem to diverge between normalcy and a whisper of anxiety.
As he continues to shave, the scene becomes unsettling. Each stroke of the razor grows more distressing, and suddenly, what seemed to be a simple act of hygiene transforms into a self-destructive ritual. Blood starts to flow, and the bathroom, which initially appeared to be a place of routine, turns into a scene of chaos and confusion. With each cut, the protagonist battles his internal demons, gradually revealing a deeper conflict that reflects the youthful anguish of the 1960s, such as the pressure to conform to a society that leaves no room for individuality.
The atmosphere thickens as the young man keeps shaving, unable to stop despite his wounds. With no dialogue to interrupt the emotional brutality of the scene, the short film becomes a powerful allegory about the loss of control, internal violence, and the struggle for authenticity, leaving the audience to wonder how far we are willing to go in the quest for our identity.