Between free jazz and African-American spirituality, archive fragments perform a ritual resistance to the historical criminalization of Black ecstasy. The materiality of the celluloid becomes a site of confrontation with the mechanisms of control that silence and imprison. In optical and rhythmic distortions and ruptures, the image vibrates and rebels like an insurgent body, in an ecstasy that escapes the very conventions of the cinematic apparatus. (Vanessa Santos)