Orson Welles' heart has just stopped.
We enter his mind in this moment, on the threshold between life and death.
In the bardo Orson’s thoughts unspool as a stream of consciousness that loops back on itself, like a Möbius strip. Three avatars onstage in the theater of his mind are paired with three oneiric films within the film as he shuffles through his memories, loves, regrets, like a magician preparing for one last magic trick.
Is he ready for what comes next?
