I *really* liked how this film played up the idea of anticipation-of-zombies. The first 15-20 minutes had multiple fake-outs, which I really appreciated. Of course, it was gory, a bit unrealistic, tongue-in-cheek. Clever, though. And hilarious. I enjoyed myself despite the fact that I have pretty low tolerance for gore. PROPS.
A beautiful stream of consciousness concerning war and family.
I don't understand this movie, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate it. It was utterly intense, mystifying, haunting, and poetic. The shifts in lighting, from black-and-white to color, in time, in origin-of-footage were seamless and yet jarringly-so.
Certain parts stand out in my mind--a boy on his sick bed, releasing a bird violently into the air. The boy's mother washing her hair. The voice-over: "Words are inert. They cannot express the emotions of the body." (Or something like that.)
It was surreal.