Journey to the South Pacific

This is a documentary that might have been funny. Or at least ironic. But it is serious. And pointless. There is no evolution, no change. This is only a vacation snapshot. Colorful images. An exploitation of a land like the advertising heavens for the bigger screens. And I am sure the production team members had the time of their lives. And I am happy they got paid for living there. Still, I have seen better wedding movies.

The humor or irony was ironed out as much as possible. Yet, it still surfaces. The people doing their ritual dancing using body paint of unknown origin, but also Colgate toothpaste. In the end I don't know if the villagers playing the savages for the tourists do clean their teeth. Of course their old ways were better. But not without cotton, imported meats, and don't forget gas/oil for their boat engines. I was amused to hear even the fascism budding in the small island where people used to fish with dynamite talk about the big bad foreigners that fish without license.

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