Another go round of stock footage of random cultural practices, some interesting, some so obviously fake.
Wig makers, Polynesian rituals, hunters, marksmen using cigarettes in peoples mouths as target practice (and mostly hitting them) segues hard into Mexican bug eating. I was eating shrimp fried rice, too, as this scene began. There goes my appetite for that now.
Like its predecessor, there is so little to say about this film, other than to just simply list the events depicted, or reenacted, (which should also be obvious, judging by the brevity of the earlier reviews of it) as the film, while competently made, really doesn't have much of a point to make, and occasionally offers an odd choice of flute music.
The finale, an elegant and classy looking pianist sits down in front of an audience to play, in concert hall, becomes a slapping symphony, with another who slaps a line of men's faces, in accompaniment to the music being performed. So obviously fake, with multiple camera angles, and every slap on every man's face sounds at exactly the same pitch, and volume. The sound of one single slap, repeated throughout the duration.
Wig makers, Polynesian rituals, hunters, marksmen using cigarettes in peoples mouths as target practice (and mostly hitting them) segues hard into Mexican bug eating. I was eating shrimp fried rice, too, as this scene began. There goes my appetite for that now.
Like its predecessor, there is so little to say about this film, other than to just simply list the events depicted, or reenacted, (which should also be obvious, judging by the brevity of the earlier reviews of it) as the film, while competently made, really doesn't have much of a point to make, and occasionally offers an odd choice of flute music.
The finale, an elegant and classy looking pianist sits down in front of an audience to play, in concert hall, becomes a slapping symphony, with another who slaps a line of men's faces, in accompaniment to the music being performed. So obviously fake, with multiple camera angles, and every slap on every man's face sounds at exactly the same pitch, and volume. The sound of one single slap, repeated throughout the duration.