The banquet table is perfectly decked. Only the supper has nothing to do with a blessed meal. On the black plates are merely chemical compounds. "This is my body, eat of it..." is how this late twentieth century variation would have it. The bodies of AIDS-infected victims are pumped full with useless and deadly creations of modern pharmacology. An AIDS clip with an unusual urgency whose credo is more than a cry of despair. It cries out a warning and an appeal for seif-responsibility! Vulnerability and sorrow echo with a call for those who might have the cure!