This is a great movie. It is too bad that it did not have a wide commercial release in the U.S. and little press elsewhere. The movie starts with a ex-con father who discovers his son to be gay and announces: "You're fucking dead to me." (Shortly after saying: "Who's this fucking white boy?")
The movie is a slow and careful unfolding of a complex architecture of secrets and shame, layers and layers, which makes a review of this movie difficult. "Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominates, love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other." C.G. Jung
I encourage you to watch it and see a story about how the walls that we put up to defend against the chaos can so easily become our own prisons -- insulating our hearts from love -- and what is necessary to liberate our hearts. In Buddhism, we call this karma.
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