Vanitas is a still life rather than a film. A group of men and women play together in the water at the beach of Positano, Italy. They dive into the middle of the image, a great, black void, just to reappear in a continous cycle. The music, the distorted sound of a sackpipe, bring to mind folkmusic, maybe from a wedding. Are we witnessing a ritual, an act of seduction? Vanitas is a tribute to existence as both creation and destruction. In the manifestation of life is also death.