What is The Movement? Who cares? Or rather, what does it matter? What matters is that there IS a Movement, and it is going to change everything, somehow, even as we are trapped like ghosts in purgatory. The Movement has always existed in the nether world, waiting for the People to take up the cause again. Will we ever be free from oppression? Will we ever be free from the Movement?
Bleak. Beautiful. The madness of war. Of religion. Of politics. Of believing in anything or nothing. Or one's own self. Desolation. The world falls apart. The mind crumbles. The illusion of hope. The mindlessness of followers. You know it all ends in violence and blood. Only it never really ends does it?
This movie and its characters inhabit a strange world, or at the least, a strange state of mind. The dialogue and actions throughout the film a just off kilter enough to enthrall and keep you invested in discovering what will happen next but just small enough that it does not put off the viewer. The ending is particularly well handled, keeping the off baseness without devolving into absolute absurdity. Well handled.
Some of the visuals are stunning--night shots that are surprisingly and beautifully luminous--and the soundtrack is great, minimal, and contrasts with the time period interestingly. If you are looking for captivating plot or storytelling, however, it isn't here. The otherwise very short duration feels quite long in this film.
Pampas western cut with harsh verité. Logics of violence and loyalty stripped naked are given a documentary bent as the rituals of aimless and vague reform are articulated to harsh trumpet and shattering rain. The film seems to owe something to The Red and the White with its impersonal slaughter, as well as the acid realism of A Field in England, but the finale is pure Culloden.