An extremely disturbing film. Full of tenderness and questions. I read that Elena had as a starting point a sensation, one day, that the movements we do seem both spontaneous and ancestral, repetitive, anchored within us… What if it were the same with desire? A women films the men in her home village in a ritualized ceremony. Her voice observes the unchanged rules of the ancients and what is spontaneous within her. But when is desire from, who does desire belong to…?
M.A.