The images wash over you—lush, gorgeous, impeccably framed—just as they did in Ron Fricke’s wordless meditation Baraka (1992). A charitable mind will marvel: Look how similar we all are in our poses of penitence, be they at Mecca or the Wailing Wall. What busy ants we resemble on our throbbing freeways, and in our cities and malls. Where is everybody going so fast? How will the simple African tribesperson survive a world of fast-food consumption? A more cynical moviegoer will think the same things, perhaps remembering a time when such reductions were profound, i.e., high school.
A five-year globe-trotting endeavor lensed in 70mm, Samsara can’t be dismissed as merely a feat of craft. But its curiosity comes on a breeze of naïveté and, depending on your crowd, cannabis. It’s not that Fricke’s films, which include the granddaddy of them
all, Godfrey Reggio’s Koyaanisqatsi (on which he served as writer and cinematographer), don’t contain a political comment. They do, by quiet default; it’s the equivalent of eyes-agog wonderment and New Age communion. But it’s not enough. More subtly, Samsara celebrates the joy of global mobility, leaping continents in a single edit, and also the glories of advanced camera technology. When the world becomes a screen saver, isn’t it all too easy to close the notebook on it?
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|Release date:||Friday August 24 2012|
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