It is Holy Week in Corfu. What happens when art meets deception, revenge dances with mystery, and everything goes wrong in less than ten seconds?
Two friends—half-crazy artists with “disturbed” minds—decide to take on an “easy” job: a watercolor, good money, a quick deal… and then home.
But?
The bands play mournful marches, choirs chant hymns, and Epitaph processions clog the narrow kantounia. Tsipouro flows like holy water, and every face in the crowd looks either like a saint or a con artist. Usually, it’s the latter.
A theft goes sideways. A suitcase is sabotaged. An assistant runs off with the cash—and the ex. Beautiful women appear, seemingly unsuspecting… and our heroes end up hiding among funeral choirs, singing off-key to escape pursuit, drinking more tsipouro, and philosophizing about the absurdity of life.
Nothing goes according to plan. Simply because… there never was a plan.
A story of misunderstandings, twists and tragicomic chaos where everyone is just one step away from total humiliation. By Easter Monday, the money, the illusions – and perhaps the truth itself – will be lost.
Because in this town, Easter doesn’t perform miracles. It just messes with you.