What is it about artsy directors that makes them love to slaughter live animals on camera? Is it not a "real" film unless you slit a pig's throat (as we see here), shoot a horse in the neck (a la Tarkovsky) or decapitate a water buffalo (Francis Ford Coppola)? I wouldn't mind so much if these films weren't pretentiously laced with "moral" messages and "spirituality". I feel like I'm being preached to by a 17th century Catholic priest. It's utterly sickening. Give me CANNIBAL HOLOCAUST over this hypocrisy any day. At least in CH, you know what you're going to get: animal snuff. Whereas this pretentious tosh is animal snuff packaged like a Buddhist sermon. Yeah, a Buddhist barbecue is more like it. Eat up, folks. The pigmeat is fresh.
Review of The Tree of Wooden Clogs
