EyesWideClockwork Mysterious; Dark; Beautiful; Mysterious; Sombre; Mystical; Magic; Realms; Twirling, in the Night; Pulchritudinous; Clouds The world seeps into a dark somber; a dark cyclone into absolute trinity; tranquility spins... The first moments of nature.. Reflections WaterThe first scenes..transportive; and carry it into realmsEnter Utopia Ash tipped Clouds; Fire..Primal Light & Darkness dance in the sombreMeandering conversations pursue, profound; why follow paths? We can follow paths to a certain goal, but ultimately it is impossible; why restrict ourselves with rigid paths; predictability. It is not true The young, old; old nature, old life; young life, old lifeBlood red clouds; primal passion The bodies, embrace in NatureTime is taken here..not rushed.. it is slow; dreamy. Time is taken truly here; it is slowed down; all is calm. As Malick has said, people are rushed to talk in the modern age, and must speak quickly; here, time is in the essence, or merely does not exist.The paradox; paragon; infinity; center The persona; discusses the trance of the rave, entering the zone, in sync with the earth, and others; immorph into one; metaphysicalEnter Shangri-LaSunlight, smoke; the decimation of time..Ancient Poets; ancient powersUtopiaThe time moves slowly..so slow.. A boat; a silhouette on the distant sunrise/sunset; cloud, the sun bleaches clouds..Distant Distant light against the water...Animal kingdomModernism & Nature Memories of livelihood The mosaics spin into one...Eyes; three beads of light Tarkovsky..Fire..HouseFire Fire Triangle Fire TribalScreams in the dark The meditative finale..ancient, soul touching... Chants.. sighs..release; freedom; radical Power Magic EnergyWildness; release...let goThe pure unmarked naked fury Passion Breath-takingOur masks, eventually fall awayLights Intense EmotionLike a a subconscious wave; an abstract whole rhythm; heavenly, enigma Enter the sync, the trance All heart, soul; electric The insanity Special..The scene; life changing In that moment, all are connected to lifeNothing mattered; primal; life unleashed Man, Beast? TruthfulIt has rendered my barriers naked Transporting; enlightening Into the vortexIt fills my soul..A spell, to ward off the darknessLike nothing before..Like nothing else..

rawkmonster Our main character here is scarcely a character at all. He speaks no words, and though he is often seen in contemplation, we are never privy to his thoughts, or even a suggestion of them. He remains an outsider in communities of outsiders. He haunts the periphery at a Scandinavian commune, never much a part of anything, barely even there. We could scarcely imagine that this film is about him having gone through the commune section; only when we see him aboard the boat linking back to the long ponderous opening are we able to form the link. We see him in a building with some clothing, some postcards, some hint of a root perhaps? Does he inhabit this world or is he just passing through it? We are comprehensively denied an answer moments later when he stands passively watching the building burn to the ground. Finally we see him in a black metal band on stage, again an outsider among outsiders, back from the main glare of the wandering camera, seeming barely to contribute, barely to exist. When he does take the microphone and the camera we wonder, is this then at last his identity? It would seem not so either, as the show's end sees him immediately removing his corpse paint and disappearing without word or connection through a back door into a nondescript modern car park, unhurried, destination unknown.The band are pretty good, although often shown to be lip and instrument syncing. Their audience consists surprisingly mostly of short- haired, albeit bearded, men and a long pan around them leaves us also to wonder at their thoughts and motivations. This is a film that offers no answers, and you must come up with the questions yourself. It is not quite a documentary; we presume the commune and its characters are real, we know the band are not, we know our main character is an actor. It's also very strongly not a drama, there is little 'acting' in the common sense and there is certainly no scripting. But there is direction and there is, just, editing.Our sole plot device would seem to be the burning. Those of us already attuned to black metal will immediately recognise the visual link to church burnings. For many of us the house, the home, the possessions within it and the links that they give us are sacred, they become our spirituality and our strength, and perhaps therefore also our weakness. Our character knows no home, no identity, no ties, he wishes (we assume) to be and remain rootless in the world. All of life to him is but a passing transitional phase. He is on some level attracted, as I myself am, to two seemingly opposite scenes; the idealism and togetherness of the finger-up-the-asshole hippy commune and the bleak misanthropic individualism of black metal. He participates in both but belongs to neither.If that is it by way of 'plot', we must look next to direction and editing for a message. We always assume there must be a message, an agenda, a purpose. We assume it of films and we assume it of ourselves and others, but it may not always be there, and it shouldn't always need to be.Our directors break apart our main sections with shots of the dark lake of the opening, which was almost pushed to breaking point. Our character is seen on the water with a gun propped in his boat, a powerful symbol of violence and control among the tranquil silence. It and the burning speak of some desire to control at least a portion of his world while passing through it, indeed the withdrawal from mainstream society could be seen as a desire for total control, total independence. Our hippies yabber on philosophy, our character is a living philosophy that is not in need of words to explain itself. The other has only words, yet still cannot.Where they come closest is in the amusing analogy of the finger in the asshole. Perhaps someone was left out, it is suggested. Perhaps so, it is conceded, but I feel sorry for that person. The breaking down of mental barriers with the shared atmosphere and nudity of the sauna finds its logical conclusion in the breaking down of all physical barriers. What could be more invasive yet more uniting than a finger in the asshole?There is one person missing out, both then and now; our character is nowhere to be seen.

Disfigurator First of all, let's get one thing clear: this movie is not about Scandinavian Doom Metal as the previous reviewer puts it. Hell, even I'm not sure exactly what this film is exactly about - but what I know - the last half an hour consists of pretty decent Shoegazing kind of Raw Black Metal.Not the satanic stuff, mind you. Yes, there are healthy dosage of different themes explored in Black Metal, besides the traditional anti-religious stuff.So, that being said, the only giveaway of this later section of this enjoyable film is the title font and the end of the movie itself. Other than that the movie hides it's Black Metal and portrays a mellow lifestyle that's somewhat slow, somewhat woody and somewhat butt-plugged. Yeah. Somewhat even Hippy. And yes, here they are - terms "Hippy" and "Black Metal" put together in one review, in a complimentary sense.This movie will be shown at an open-air cinema festival in Latvia. And I'm wondering - how many clueless people will soil their pants at the end of the movie? How many people will just walk away from the las 45-or so minutes of the film? How many people will feel that they bought tickets for the wrong film?And how many people will just head-bang the living crap out of their necks, when the tremolo picking and blast-beats kick in? A fun pieces of thought to entertain.Overall - this is a different kind of documentary that deals with themes common in Black Metal (except the lively Hippy stuff). It's very slow, deliberate and in times - funny as the concept of Hell itself. It depicts various things.It depicts a group of people living in a friendly and philosophical community. It depicts some gorgeous forest scenes in those slow and moody scenes.And it depicts a man that lives in this community, that enjoys the woods somewhat more that the average person does, and this man happens to play in a Black Metal band. You can't go wrong with this combo!An interesting combination of elements, and therefore an interesting film to watch.7/10 easily.

hammy-3 Usually I make a point of staying until the end of films at the cinema or at a festival...once I stayed until the end of a Bruce LaBruce movie after 2/3 of the audience walked out...but I couldn't make it through this, even though one of the directors was sitting right behind me.The first 45 minutes has it's moments, though the fly-on-the-wall style isn't conducive to much insight....there really should have been someone with more awareness than a fly to edit it...there are nice scenes among a hippie commune in Finland though.The last half hour of what I saw was basically concert footage of a doom metal gig...if you're one of the few people who gets this music you might enjoy it, to me; it was like having a migraine.Really sorry I can't be more positive...any movie that encourages communal living and a more basic lifestyle should be encouraged, but the endless doom metal just ruined it for me.