Crystal’s unapologetic authenticity contrasts sharply with Jamie’s calculated pursuit of a transcendental experience. The clash between his Americanized preconceptions and the Chilean reality forms a subtle undercurrent — His initial disregard for cultural sensitivities and his eventual awakening to the complexities of a foreign environment mirror his personal journey of self-discovery, since…
This is a story about “the birth of compassion in someone’s life.”
Or, as I’d like to add, “the birth of authenticity” as well. I mean, even what should be the hallucinatory scenes, an escape from absolutely concrete perception, end up being far more authentic than in any other movie. We never get to see anything, but we get to FEEL everything.
Atacama desert road-trip, feet out the windows, tongues out. These dunes have ears: when the wind blows over, our lips are covered in sand.