The voyeuristic perspective, uneasy shaking and connection, the music of primitive tribes has a frequency and vibration close to the heartbeat of the earth.
There is a passage in the film where two cars are chasing in the desert, and the smoke from the wheels seems to be the competition and hunting of the weak and the strong under the laws of nature.
The director tries to use a strong contrast to imply that the by-product of capital is extending its bloody tentacles to the barbarous areas of civilization, but the darkness and greed of human nature are recklessly devouring the fresh life that is closest to nature.
We can no longer judge the merits and demerits of civilization by the elegance of its forms, and tenderness and fragility have to reveal the cruel truth hidden by data and power through paranoia and madness.
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