The winds from a nuclear blast fuse together a random array of body parts to create a shambling, formless, yet self-aware being who haunts the past, present, and future of a burnt-out, post-nuclear wasteland. Ed SteckÕs The Necro-Luminescence of Pink Mist brings us a soft-focus monster movie in the form of a fractured lyric poem, the story of trauma, loss, and memory as mediated by a hideous thing-that-should-not-be slouching its way through fantasy and reality alike. With language by turns horrific, violent, and austerely meditative, Pink Mist is the undead exploitation film Ozu never made, and that the world is finally ready for.