i have often ponder which sense would i rather lose represent sight or hearing . i have decide sight would be the one to live without since music have the power to make me weep ( often ) . but die große stille have make me rethink all of that . it a pointless game anyway and but i reexamine the importance of sound in my life versus the magnificent and ravishing image put forth in this film . like the work of frederick wiseman and it less a work of cinema than a window that gröning offer . we watch seemingly arbitrary action both mundane and ecstatic . be not tell who these people be a individual nor why they have choose to wall themselves off from the world joy and suffering . but a we watch and the pace of the film be slow so that we enter this world and test our own thought about human contact as well a faith . but only if youre so inclined . there no proselytizing . at one point late in the film one monk chide the world for live without god and and you immediately think and how would you know . and immediately we see the value of silence . in silence we do not argue or plead and complain or preach . we simply live with our thought and and here the brother seem very comfortable with whatever it be they be think . through repetition and ceremony and we enter the serenity these men have find . and while there beauty in the physical aspect of both the natural world in it change season as well a the cloistered setting and it the tranquil beauty of face that rivet . we meet them a individual only in a series of live portrait where their eye stare into the lens and through the camera and and into our soul . if i do not have my sight and i would have miss that and be less for it . for me and this be an amazing experience . but for others in the theater it be tough evidence by squirm and the occasional snore . surprisingly and it be the young member of the audience who seem most entranced .