Your hair is grey. Your walls are grey. Everything you are is grey. And then there’s the struggle over the quarterly budget cuts. As the lift glides up and down, we enter the corporate limbo, accompanied by a choir of accountants. In 14 scenes and 14 rituals, an unnamed company and its grey employees move through songs, water cooler lines and the legs of a black rooster. And at a dream job interview, an important question will come up: “Where does the sun sleep at night?”

It’s as if the creator of The Office, Ricky Gervais, and Roy Andersson read some Latvian folk songs, discovered the Song Festival tradition and came together to inspire this office sitcom, rendered in asphalt tones with post-folk elements. Felsberga’s thesis film is a formally sound and compelling exploration of the space between the slumber of consciousness and existential farce. By assembling well-known actors and professionals on screen, it brings to life a world filled with deadpan humor, absurdity and the omnipresence of printers.