Poetry. 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 Steck's 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, THE NECRO-LUMINESCENCE OF PINK MIST is the undead exploitation film Ozu never made, and that the world is finally ready for.