what is good and why is there evil? What are love and hate? Who are we, why are we here, and where are we going? Who lit this flame in us? "How do we get back to those blue hills?" Perhaps the movie's final, lasting image embraces all we know: From the mud grows the lotus.
In fact, juxtaposing the beautiful and the ugly is the device used here. From a lush, green tropical forest crawls a deadly, green crocodile; the hauntingly lovely songs of a Melanesian choir hover near scenes of mass destruction;an owl patiently watches the killing beneath it.Butterfly perched upon a rotting human skull;
Ultimately, the film is a succession of vivid and subjective set pieces, a series of enduring visions that bring back whatever we choose to make of them.
