In 100 years here will be no trains, no hairs on your skin, no bulging veins, no eggs, no baseball hats and (alas! there will be no socks. There'll be no fireworks and there will be no theatre. None whatsoever. Theatre will turn out to be completely non-universal. And it will end. Contrary to earlier expectations. But if anything is still there, it will certainly be the mothers. Also the worrying kind.
Poles are as worthless at explaining the future as anybody else in the world. And yet, here they dive enthusiastically into amateur futurology. Sampling and remixing the heritages of the whining, the siblings Jaśmina and Piotr Polak build a subversive force. Their dj set is an entertaining and perverse struggle with a dark version of the future. Can they free themselves from their mother's pessimism?