this film feels in a way like a poem, the way it blends images and metaphors into each other while somehow retaining the very, very real details of each action, each object, each body.
the way the beauty of the stars is in our bones, our bones crushed by authoritarians and searched for by the wrinkled hands of women who look so small in the vast desert, the way somehow we must look up to the stars and feel that…
from what I understand about the conception of this work, I think it would have been far more affecting for me in its original form, as the visual score accompanying the live performance of a symphony.
i certainly found it worth watching, and full of many striking images and thoughtful juxtapositions, but some stretches felt flat to me and i suspect the dynamic presence and physicality of an orchestra playing in real time would have brought another dimension to this…
