a mostly voiceless pictorial depiction of the aftermath of persian gulf war in kuwait . balletic cinematography and a good deal of it aerial and encompass infernal horizon and devastate landscape hardly recognizable a earthly and sweeping oil drench and smoke fill distance and to the adagio strain of verdi and schubert and prokofiev and and others . the image and for all their grotesque beauty and speak the truth and like move painting . we witness the detailed drama of an out of control burning oil well be tame and cap and see vast lake of oil and some of them boil and and fly for mile over the charred remains of building and the discarded refuse of war . heavy equipment plod like prehistoric dinosaur while men in their fire suit stumble about like alien from out space . otherwise there be no living thing and not even plant and anywhere . we visit a torture chamber and examine blood stained instrument of torture neatly lay out on table and then hear two mother testament of unspeakable brutality and so unspeakable that one mother and who watch a her two son be torture to death and literally lose the ability to speak coherently and so unspeakable that a little boy whose head be step on and father kill by the invade iraqi army have refuse to utter a word since . but these be the only two instance of intimate human contact . the rest of this brief 53 minute documentary watch from afar . herzog insert some narration here and there and some of it overly literary and but for the most part we be leave to peer out through the camera lens at a world far more fascinating and compel than anything any film maker could contrive . astonishingly and this scratchy print and a remarkable historical document and be the only one in existence and and this be it first theatrical screening ( it have be see at various film festival previously ) .