The movie starts off black and white with Viggo Mortensen dropped off in the middle of the Extremely Wild West by a sulky lady on a cart delivering a child's coffin. Little do we know we are at the beginning of a hypnotic trip full of enigmas and feathers, where at one moment everything feels very real and fleshy to say the least, and at next, a huge red-necked stork appears and transfers us back in time again, to a Brazilian selva, where we're listening to yellow-armed dreams. Gold will be washed and the bird will return making someone else disappear. Eureka!
Knives and guns, basketballs, police codes, a magic potion, heavy snow, wild waterfalls: all of those tell us a mystic never-ending story of America's indigenous population, ignoring the notion of time, structure or shape.
Knives and guns, basketballs, police codes, a magic potion, heavy snow, wild waterfalls: all of those tell us a mystic never-ending story of America's indigenous population, ignoring the notion of time, structure or shape.