Muther fuckin' masterpiece. One of the best films ever, for sure. I'm sad it lasted only 20 minutes...many people walked out of the theatre, although the graphic aspect of it was quite beautiful. A must-see to any film buff. I love the look on that boy (is it a girl? His eyes are somewhat feminine) when asked by the teacher to use the words he had though him on a sentence. Love the gating closing on us the audience.
A dextrous mix of a great many things: raw realism, poetic abstraction, social advocacy for today, philosophy for eternity. But I remain conflicted; no matter how undeniably noble it is, I can't shake a general unease about the camera transmuting real people and their pain into a filmmaker's spiritual pondering. But it is indeed Important with a capital I—the worst I can say is that it comes short of the pantheon.
"Remember that my life is wind". This film is filled with sadness and poetry - in a way it's hard to combine images and voice over to build such an iconic and ironic portrait: religion and reality bumping against each other.
"On this screen will appear an image of ugliness, a vision of pain no caring human being should ignore"
Just a little empathy will do enough, i guess. That may be a middle-length film but sure a very long one in my mind.