This Is Not a Burial, It's a Resurrection

So this is a kind of response to Bresson's Balthazar, right? Revolution through grasping for power rather than suffering. I appreciate its bold visual sensibility, sound design (minus some of the overly encroaching music), and lead performance. The central question is really: can a people continue as themselves without the place in which they've been planted and grown for generations? In the West, we don't think much about place as a fundamental marker of identity. We should.

my reading is that the chaos of the last third is the dismantling of identity of these people when loosing there land. but then again narratively the back and forth "they are not giving up, they are giving up, they are, they are not" was tiresome to watch