Baraka

I somehow managed to miss Baraka when it first came out, though it undoubtedly played in Cambridge when I was there.

One of the Wildlife Health Center students—the same one who taught us all how to dance salsa back in August—thinks everyone should see this film, so she organized a party around it this evening.

Not unlike Koyanisqaatsi for the developing world, minus the Philip Glass. I’m still reeling from the images: snow monkeys in their bath, monks, temples, clouds, rush hour in Tokyo, baby chickens getting their beaks burned.

Kuwait oil fields on fire.

I think Tamara’s right: everyone should see this.