Pinky is  on the run. At night the empty streets smell of the apocalypse and the  city seems to be on fire. Narcotics swirl through the veins and the air.  Having freed himself from the clutches of a sect led by a certain  “padre” and determined to take his fate into his own hands, he is now  holed up in an illegal T-shirt factory, surrounded by paints, slogans  and heat presses. Pinky is looking for the light at the end of the  tunnel, but ghosts are breathing down his neck. He is running for his  life, and Colombia is on fire. But Colombia is alive.

After  his highly promising short films, Camilo Restrepo has now made a debut  feature that is as visionary, physical and elastic as the 16mm celluloid  on which it was shot. The deeper Los conductos dives into the nightmarish and the hallucinatory, the tougher, more  political and hungrier for reality the film becomes. In a narrative  downward spiral, it conveys with the utmost precision the survival  instincts of a character who is unwittingly fighting to liberate an  entire country, perhaps even a continent. Restrepo uses the medium of  cinema to transform an allegorical exploration of one’s roots into an  irrepressible desire to change the world.

Winner of the Best First Feature prize at the 2020 Berlin Film Festival.