Baraka leaves me the feeling of uncertainty for the world we are living in now. It used to be a "big big world" to me, but not anymore since the moment I watched Baraka.
Yet, Baraka takes us on the journey to the hidden corners of the world where we havent exposed ourselves to and to the crowded cities where we stuffed ourselves in everyday. And I was quite shocked at the scene in which the slim tall old buildings rose neatly in a narrow city of a poor country. It was so stuffed that I, a spectator sitting in a large modern air-conditioned class in the richest country in the world, felt no air and almost choked. People behind the iron windows of their houses seem to be kept in cages; they show no feeling in their eyes. And then when it came to the scene of the city's semetary, I was shocked once again. The semetary where dead people were resting looked exactly like the buildings where city dwellers were living. I couldnt realize that it was the semetary until my teacher explained it. For some people, it might be an impressive scene; but for me, it was a sign of hopelessness. As my professor, S. Cochran, once said: " We live in the box, we finally die in the box". Yes, we are dying in the box that we build for ourselves.
No comments:
Post a Comment