An eternal cycle

Indian dancers dancing. A volcanic eruption. Children are baptized. Buddhist monks put in countless small work of sand and tiny pebbles along a painting. No dialogue, no comments, no one ever speaks. Only breathtaking photographs and music. A film crew has traveled to five years through 25 countries from one continent to another, in the baggage-art 70mm camera, which makes every shot an adventure. It is difficult, this film and what it shows together, but the title captures it well. Samsara: The cycle of life. In all its facets.
The best screensaver in the world runs on the canvas. Deserts, temples, cathedrals, canyons, volcanoes, high-rise buildings ... you get used to all the great postcard views and longs for a Indiana Jones, who rides through the canyons or a Tom Cruise from Burj Kalifa throws. Even the most beautiful landscapes will eventually get bored.
It lasts until you look into it is in this flood of images. Sure, it all looks very nice, but the thoughts wander. Especially the generation of smartphones will have trouble through. But then ... scenery change, all of the original, traditional and nature into the city. In great lapse sequences can Samsara rush by the hectic city life, shows the traffic of the cities and the crowded subways. And slowly you realize why the film begins as he starts.
A "How come the burger on the plate?" - Fast forward almost looks like from the program with the mouse. Only drastic course. And "How the ball comes into the gun?" The mouse would probably rather not ask. Factory farming, prostitution, weapons factories, one Sexpuppenwerkstatt ... Somehow man has developed into a comic direction. Combining these themes heard so often one would otherwise have dismissed as gooders. By unspoken contrast to the peaceful originality they develop quite another stunner. Nobody is telling us that what we see is abhorrent and we must all be vegetarians. Samsara does the moral finger down and his audience the freedom to evaluate what they have seen themselves. "Pleasant" is still far too weak a word for it.
For possibly will turn back again anyway everything. The pace decreases again, the camera flies again over high-resolution land and not over crowd, in which individuals seem small and insignificant. The monks consider silence her mosaic paintings. And make it break again. Collect the sand and are satisfied. We like pity for the beautiful picture. We probably both right.