Fluid and colorful, seemingly whimsical like lots of Ruiz (although this gives them a unique dreamlike quality).
At one point I thought that the buried items and the magic potency bestowed upon the land (esp. in contrast to the Europeans), as carried abreast by sounds of war and soaring music, were going to culminate in some kind of revolution or some climax or another.
At other points I couldn't help but think of Dovzhenko's Earth—especially the relation of characters to their environment—or the poetry of silent cinema. Ruiz's oneiricism, with its unexpected associations (maybe even non sequiturs) and weird lyricism, is unusual even for abstract cinema.
The color red and its ferocity!
And at another point I saw in the…