An ageing director commentates on a porno he directed 50 years ago, reminiscing on his relationship with the lead actor.

When alone with his twin, Lucas is swallowed by his obsession

A reframing of the classic tale of Narcissus, the director draws on snippets of conversation with a trusted friend to muse on gender and identity. Just as shimmers are difficult to grasp as knowable entities, so does the concept of a gendered self feel unknowable except through reflection. Is it Narcissus that Echo truly longs for, or simply the Knowing he possesses when gazing upon himself?