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26min, 2016
The first chapter tells of the fate of white cotton flowers, and, implicitly, of the director who searches for a snake and turns his belt into one. The second chapter presents a red cinematic language and a nuclear explosion of fixed white balance. In the third, a flagpole-bell sings a requiem for the victims of the fog of war; and in the fourth, everything ends with songs, dances, and naked people.
The opening credits state that this film was made by shadows, colors, wind, camera, and sun. “This is a political film,” the filmmaker enters into a dialogue with himself.