Watching the Movie Baraka

Watching Baraka was some(prenominal) a worthwhile and excruciating experience. When I say agonising, I dont mean it was physically pangful for me to sit there ripe I mean that it was tight for me to process a hatful of what was going on in the film because of what it meant to me. The ikons were so powerfull that they could subject me back to 2 old age ago when I was seek with depression. It do me feel nostalgic most something that was so unhealthy. However, the filming and art of the film made it all worth it, it showed me so many different sides of bounty; it showed us the art of cosmos human and the art of our earth. It was umbrageous to me that this non-narrative film was released in 1992, it was shady that a film from 22 years ago nonetheless connected with its audience of today, it suave connected with the me and Im just 16. Maybe change mass happen physically to our world but our emotions lead always coincide. \nThe first guessing that really hit me was the scene of the screaming subject, at 51:02 from Chapter 13, Chickens. When I first see the screaming face, I straight off intellection of art. Youre probably thinking why I thought of art right? Well, its because during my school years curiously finishedout year.10 and 11, majority of my fine art consisted of screaming faces. It signified the pain and the struggles that come with life, it signified the struggles I went through with depression and anxiety, it explained so much I cant explain with words. At the time art was my excited outlet and that scene registered with me so well. Seeing that screaming face in motion gave me merry andrew bumps because even without the explanation through words, the pain was so clear. exclusively that face didnt just mean pain, it meant more and so I started think about how maybe it signified how everything was base at such a fast pace, how industrialisation was and is winning over our lives and maybe its time to slow it down. To tak e hold it short, it explained the meaning ...