it breaks my heart when the boy lists, when asked to name ugly things, (presumably) his own anatomical parts. beauty is so subjective. no one should have to look in the mirror and think what they see is intrisically grotesque. for I, with my 'appropriately' aligned face, have also been made in a strange and frightening shape
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.
"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.