Kierkegaardian examination of life's most difficult reality.
A young news herald with movie equipment spends the duration of the Vietnam war in combat zones, documenting the senseless loss of life(on "both sides"). Following his return home, he finds himself fixated on mortality...his grim omnium-gatherum of wartime quietus is carried forward, as random individuals are filmed discussing their personal feelings regarding death and dying. A graphic autopsy becomes the coda to this bleak "memento mori", and our young filmmaker is left to challenge his own fear and bravado, finally conceding(neither fatalistically nor faithfully), that he has found inner peace with the feeling that he is, as are we all, an essential and eternal component to the exquisite makeup of "everything".
Elliptical, looming existential cinema with quite a bit more lofty surrealism in parts than I personally felt was necessary. I must admit, however, that it touched some remote part of me that I'm not really sure I wanted to have touched...an unpleasant, uncompromising, and not especially well handled film, but it did lead me into "a brown study" of sorts.
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