In a frenzy of synthetic sounds, strobe light flashes, spasmodic robots, trash video, acrobats dropping from ceilings and sultry contortionists, Zulu Time provides audiences with an apocalyptic burst of technology.
A few characters – travellers trying to find their way through airports, drug traffickers in transit, bomb-setting terrorists, lonely flight attendants – seep into this world like viruses into a technological body. They remind audiences that desire, the fusion of bodies, and sexual fantasies are also among the forces that drive our lives, beyond the ambient digital madness.