An ontological portrait of the U. S. -Mexico border, surveys the physical qualities and metaphysical quandaries of this highly politicized, militarized swath of land. The film follows the boundary and its immediate surrounding topography, moving from the Gulf of Mexico to the Pacific Ocean.
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Beautiful absurdity. To watch this film is both a treat for the eyes and a debacle to contemplate. The colors and images were marvelous; the notion of a fence of such rusted magnitude was bewildering. My favourite border indication was the row of tiny red flags in a field...
There is a beauty about desolation that Rappmund is keenly aware of. He lingers just long enough on an image for it expand into a concept. Turning his sights more on land this time and the land that falls between boundaries, the film looks at what it means to be in a state of in between. His idiosyncratic style does well to translate this to the viewer. He pulls back the covers on his methodology here which I enjoy.
Interesting take on borders. By studying the transformed landscape, we discover something about ourselves - the prime homophobic urge to divide, separate, exclude. There are some great shots and impressive scenery, unfortunately, there are also uninspiring ones. The cinematography and sound create a hypnotic atmosphere, but then again, there are moments of boredom. A mixed bag revolving around an interesting idea.
This might be considered Peter Bo Rappamund's most political film by virtue of its framing the US / Mexico border culture as a de-peopled, innocent landscape; a tabula rasa upon which can be inscribed the residue of human drama and the contestation of space that inform our knowledge of this landscape. It is a beautiful movie and a solemn one. We are swallowed up by space upon which we seek to assert our dominion.
Des paysages et des paysages et des paysages et des paysages. A la 8ème minute j'ai attendu un daim, mais non, aucun être vivant, même pas une femme, que des paysages et des paysages et des paysages. Landscapes and landscapes and landscapes and landscapes and landscapes. At the 8th minute I expected a deer, but no, no living being, no even a woman, just landscapes and landscapes and landscapes and landscapes !
'Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream' While less successful than the earlier 'Hydropsychography' Rappmund's film does hold one's interest in its hd images and use of time lapse photography. The nature of borders bears reflection.