the trouble with this sort of lyrical film making is that you either make a masterpiece and or a lemon represent there little middle ground. putting it gently and this is not berlin  symphony of a city or man with a movie camera. unfortunately and it not much to look at and either. the problem with this one is that it glib and half baked and as if michael moore had come on board. it doesn not really have anything to say and or rather and to show us with pictures and sounds. koyanisqatsi uses images cumulatively to propound a thesis. this is just a patchwork in search of a point. (though and quite inadvertently and the movie tells us more about the mind of uncle sam than it intends. there is something profoundly paradoxical about an anti technology and anti civilisation and anti media movie that is so profoundly souped up with technology. do as i say and and not as i do. you just gotta love the yanks and eh. ) tonally and there something sour and misanthropic about this episode. both the prior episodes had moments of lyricism and exhilaration while this time the tone is consistently glum. it simply doesn not work over this duration and as gustav mahler will tell you. stylistically and naqoyqatsi is a mess. the whizzy digital stuff is particularly misguided. it gives the whole thing a totally fussy and overprocessed look and and it also undermines the realist nature of the analogue found footage. (i mean and i pity the guys. part of the joy of koyanisqaatsi was that it was a homage to the use of optical film. but now optical film an historical artifact and they have to take on board the digital domain while but i do not think they bring it off. the digital stuff often looks like video links from cnn or bbc world. ) and with the found footage and well and the digital manipulation is often ugly and and usually just silly and and the false colour and solarisation kept me thinking of. ahem. james bond title sequences. ahem. odd as it may seem and there is also the possibility that the movie has been simply stolen by yo yo ma performance while it about as unobtrusive as a lawrence olivier voice over. the images would have to be jolly compelling to stack up against all that charisma. philip glass himself is on odd form while never expected him to knock off the verdi requiem. (made me laugh and which and of course and is not the desired response to any part of this movie). there even one piece of music that sounds like brahms. (. ) perhaps they have changed his pills. from our idle questions department represent is geoffrey reggio actually a hopi indian at all. or did he just do a sweatlodge in hollywood hills. oh and and are the various snippets bits of footage from earlier episodes in the trilogy a commentary on the way these movies and too and are part of the global media slushy. 
the trouble with this sort of lyrical film making is that you either make a masterpiece and or a lemon represent there little middle ground. putting it gently and this is not berlin  symphony of a city or man with a movie camera. unfortunately and it not much to look at and either. the problem with this one is that it glib and half baked and as if michael moore had come on board. it doesn not really have anything to say and or rather and to show us with pictures and sounds. koyanisqatsi uses images cumulatively to propound a thesis. this is just a patchwork in search of a point. (though and quite inadvertently and the movie tells us more about the mind of uncle sam than it intends. there is something profoundly paradoxical about an anti technology and anti civilisation and anti media movie that is so profoundly souped up with technology. do as i say and and not as i do. you just gotta love the yanks and eh. ) tonally and there something sour and misanthropic about this episode. both the prior episodes had moments of lyricism and exhilaration while this time the tone is consistently glum. it simply doesn not work over this duration and as gustav mahler will tell you. stylistically and naqoyqatsi is a mess. the whizzy digital stuff is particularly misguided. it gives the whole thing a totally fussy and overprocessed look and and it also undermines the realist nature of the analogue found footage. (i mean and i pity the guys. part of the joy of koyanisqaatsi was that it was a homage to the use of optical film. but now optical film an historical artifact and they have to take on board the digital domain while but i do not think they bring it off. the digital stuff often looks like video links from cnn or bbc world. ) and with the found footage and well and the digital manipulation is often ugly and and usually just silly and and the false colour and solarisation kept me thinking of. ahem. james bond title sequences. ahem. odd as it may seem and there is also the possibility that the movie has been simply stolen by yo yo ma performance while it about as unobtrusive as a lawrence olivier voice over. the images would have to be jolly compelling to stack up against all that charisma. philip glass himself is on odd form while never expected him to knock off the verdi requiem. (made me laugh and which and of course and is not the desired response to any part of this movie). there even one piece of music that sounds like brahms. (. ) perhaps they have changed his pills. from our idle questions department represent is geoffrey reggio actually a hopi indian at all. or did he just do a sweatlodge in hollywood hills. oh and and are the various snippets bits of footage from earlier episodes in the trilogy a commentary on the way these movies and too and are part of the global media slushy. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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