I have just watched this strange and powerful film, and really liked it. There may be blunt allegory here, but necessary as it seems to tell an ancient tale, of the power of youth and freedom. Even a superhero myth here in the form of a shamanic traveller between life and death, freeing the flocks. I'll need to let it soak in to me psyche for a while.
Having stepped back to think for a while I think I'll say this is a very well-made (beautiful, dreamlike) film with some irresponsible aspects. Although Brosens had been making films in Mongolia for over a decade before this, it still seems a little inappropriate for him and Woodworth to use Mongolian culture as a tool for their critique of modernity. But I don't think I'm the one who gets to decide if they fucked up