Not many movies want me to better my life. This is one of them, just like Mary Poppins. I mean, seeing how easily we become from living to dust and waste makes one really reoent of all the bad things one did in one's life, is it not?? Sure, it is. This is one nature documentary you'll never forget. I mean, some people might argue that it's cold and gruesome, even heartless what we get depictured on the screen, but they just miss the point: life is hard, and the moment this movie gets through your skull it's when you realize life is dying too, and once you're dead there's no coming back... not as this identity anyway. Maybe as a spirit, sure; but not with the same body. Or would we?? If so, we would have zombies like in Night of the Living Dead or some form of Bird Box disease working in it's opposite way; but you shouldn't overmiss the point that life is beauty as is it's ending and then what do we have? The beauty of living. Really, this movie made me very philosophical. Hats off to Orozco the Embalmer.
Review of Orozco the Embalmer
