Sofia’s review published on Letterboxd:
Melody rising and dissolving against visions of clouds, mountains, eagles flapping blackly down. Images skitter in disjointedly, though haunting in their strange harmony. The faces of children, grime smeared faces leaning close to the camera, faces chiselled with dirt and exhaustion, smiling eyes, sorrowful mouths, cattle heaving and labouring under a dying sun, ancient ruins steeped in veiled history looked upon by withered eyes. The clammer and clatter of crowds, hands outstretched, rocks cluttering down the streets, hats obscuring eyes and the wordless noises emerging and dissolving into dust. These visions scuttle in jarringly, frantically, as though fighting for air, for the breath that will soon be robbed of them. They collide and conjoin in a disjointedly harmonising sequence, an unwavering conflict of visions threaded together by that jilting melody that ascends and dissipates with the sluggish movements of the clouds.