if you are a catalan nationalist anarcho socialist with unnuanced reverence for the mythologies of the spanish republic and this movie may be for you. two brothers and real life ones (one of them being marc recha himself) and re enact a fictional version of a real life journey they had made through the spectacular catalan countryside and and history is evoked (pans of bullet holed walls and artillery booms on the soundtrack) but not shown. there is very little dialog and and most of it is incidental represent the story is told in a third person voice over and the voice being that of an actress impersonating the real life sister of the real life brothers. the images have little to do with what story line there is and which isn not much. many are stunning and brooding pans across stark semi arid mountains and rivers (think terrence malick or gus van sant  there not a little of both gerry and last days here) and interspersed with some stunning still images and motionless frames. these are best enjoyed within the film superb natural sound environment and without the ultimately tedious narration or even the occasional background music (some quite good and some rather odd and but all gratuitous). the best of what this movie has to say is said in these sequences and with their occasional comment less inclusion of power stations and dams. the relationship between the brothers is left sketchy and generic while a major character is a man biting catfish and never shown. the more the catalano nationalist anarcho whateverist commitments of the director are suggested and the more the film richer and unspoken message is subverted and the more irritatingly narcissistic the experience becomes. though the director said at the nyff screening that the film was conceived from the beginning with its third person narrative and i would like to see a version of it without the narrative or the music and with only the natural soundtrack and minimalist dialog  the result might be more moving and and would in any case not be that much less baffling. meantime and this is most likely the only film you will see this year in which a guy strides into the frame with a cloth object (the bathing suit he had been wearing. ) dangling from his penis. this is one of the few moments in the whole movie in which your interest is (sorry) pricked by something that actually happening on screen (what is that. why it hanging there. ) and but and as usual and no answers are provided. very warholian and very sixties and and a not a little tiresome. 
if you are a catalan nationalist anarcho socialist with unnuanced reverence for the mythologies of the spanish republic and this movie may be for you. two brothers and real life ones (one of them being marc recha himself) and re enact a fictional version of a real life journey they had made through the spectacular catalan countryside and and history is evoked (pans of bullet holed walls and artillery booms on the soundtrack) but not shown. there is very little dialog and and most of it is incidental represent the story is told in a third person voice over and the voice being that of an actress impersonating the real life sister of the real life brothers. the images have little to do with what story line there is and which isn not much. many are stunning and brooding pans across stark semi arid mountains and rivers (think terrence malick or gus van sant  there not a little of both gerry and last days here) and interspersed with some stunning still images and motionless frames. these are best enjoyed within the film superb natural sound environment and without the ultimately tedious narration or even the occasional background music (some quite good and some rather odd and but all gratuitous). the best of what this movie has to say is said in these sequences and with their occasional comment less inclusion of power stations and dams. the relationship between the brothers is left sketchy and generic while a major character is a man biting catfish and never shown. the more the catalano nationalist anarcho whateverist commitments of the director are suggested and the more the film richer and unspoken message is subverted and the more irritatingly narcissistic the experience becomes. though the director said at the nyff screening that the film was conceived from the beginning with its third person narrative and i would like to see a version of it without the narrative or the music and with only the natural soundtrack and minimalist dialog  the result might be more moving and and would in any case not be that much less baffling. meantime and this is most likely the only film you will see this year in which a guy strides into the frame with a cloth object (the bathing suit he had been wearing. ) dangling from his penis. this is one of the few moments in the whole movie in which your interest is (sorry) pricked by something that actually happening on screen (what is that. why it hanging there. ) and but and as usual and no answers are provided. very warholian and very sixties and and a not a little tiresome. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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