POLLY BRESNICK lives in Clinton Hill. Her blog about films is sayingitjustright.tumblr.com.
The film opens with this lullaby. A sweet, motherly voice sings it, but the melody is haunting. Then, the world appears, unrelenting and vast, the people in it tiny and insignificant. The long, slow tracking shot of the misty mountains is magnificent, reminiscent of a travelogue.