Mixing unique imagery that borders on surreal and telling a story of the haves and have nots that feels true, the film waivers between the genres freely. It is quiet, giving full stage for the protagonist to speak to the audience, this works better than in other films. It feels natural, like a story teller speaking around a fire. The film captures my imagination, but doesn't capitalize, running out of energy soon.
A film with the beauty of breath, in which film, filmmaker, and the earth are wrapped up inside one another to the point where they're inseparable. A moving take on environmental themes, and political in that sense. Made me think of Nadia Bozak's great book The Cinematic Footprint, which I'd recommend to anyone who got something out of this. A bit more challenging than rewarding, but plenty rewarding for all that.
This movie is the most mellow, low-key picture that I've been forced to sit through in a very long while. Some would call it meditative... however, I would call it boring. I'm sure there's "meaning" to be found in here somewhere, but with the terribly monotone narration droning on in my ears, I just couldn't be bothered to look for any. Sorry, but it just bored me.
I enjoyed this quiet and meditative film. Mubi didn't know how to summarize its plot: a rivalry among three men living in a sort of modest utopia. This film is a meditation on the healing power of male friendship and nature. I have never seen a friendship between two men portrayed in such a moving and silent manner.
Lower the pulse rate and sink into this meditative observation of life at it's simplest as the central characters simply live in an abandoned rural concept village. Dialogue is non-existent, voice-overs are poetical and dream sequences assist in providing an ethereal study of the men central to this love story. The unexpected conclusion and alt music over the credits provide the jolt back to our reality. Way cool.
At an hour and a half, this feels a bit like a short film stretched way beyond what the premise can sustain. It's a long string of symbolic evocations (all that mentation 'orange', etc.) VERY occasionally interspersed with chunks of context delivered through fairy tales and history. Because of how little genuinely happens, it's interminable, but photographically gorgeous, and semiotically sturdy.