A mother loses her daughter to femicide. Instead of reacting with rage against the world, she mourns in her own different way: by going out, speaking publicly, and fighting to trade love for patriarchy for the sake of our society. By interweaving every-day moments with the story of our protagonist, the film tries to describe the banality of this evil. Mothers of Daughters pushes the boundaries of documentary filmmaking by poetically and sensitively trying to find imagery for this unbelievable story, that could happen to any of us.
The Bastards have left the city behind. Their house in the countryside smells of nothing but summer. Five girls and five boys living in the moment, for the moment. No outsider comes around here, and all the insiders take turns standing guard, kissing each other, playing dead. They are still kids. They are your kids. They are our Bastards.
Argyris is an elderly man in the first stage of dementia. When his symptoms worsen, he decides with his daughter, Sophie, to enter a nursing home. The last days of his freedom, Argyris wanders around the city, meeting old friends while having a secret plan. He wants to get a revolver.
Elizabeth, a sexually yielding policewoman, is miserable in the narrow-minded town in which she's living. While Rita, a lonely eel-hatchery worker, is trying to escape from the sticky situations of her life.
A documentary, a video-diary and a propaganda piece for the “lawless, those without hearth, nor clan” (The Iliad, ΙX,63).
In the winter of Berlin, two former lovers meet for the first time since the breakup.
Running away on the highway, Maria is alone in her roaring SUV. Behind her, fire and a case full of money. In front of her, the hopeless vastness of the motorway. Only a day before she was a caring mother, a loving wife, a responsible daughter. Today she has gone rogue.