For a film with no dialogue or plot, which many people deride as a series of postcards, this is in fact one of the most profound, philosophical, cynical, pessimistic, misanthropic works in the entire history of cinema. Every single image here comes fully loaded, every frame is an essay. Whole books can and should be written to analyze this film. It never fails to leave me completely depressed in the best possible way.
Review of Baraka
