Synopsis
Dave Ming Chang is forty-something, pleasant looking and neatly dressed, even if his attire harkens back to the disco-centric ‘70s. But beyond his odd apparel, there’s something not quite right about Dave. He’s definitely not from the neighbourhood… not even close. Even the way he walks is... odd; as he makes his way through the streets of New York, one of his legs shoots out way too far with each step, like he’s not comfortable in his own body. And for good reason: inside “Dave” is a crew of well-trained miniature people – a world within a world – that feverishly attempts to direct Dave’s every action and conversation. In each section of Dave’s “body”, a skilled crewperson (average height: one and three-quarters inches), sporting an insignia depicting a specific part of Dave’s anatomy, mans a high tech console controlling Dave’s movements. To direct Dave’s crew there is a Captain from whom Dave takes his appearance.