this be a failure so complete a to make me angry . all of the subtlety and structure of reggio early film be go and leave nothing but a hash of digitally smear image whose sole purpose seem to be whine about bad thing human do . just how do star trek like wormhole graphic and slo mo colorize seascape and mutiplicities of obviously fake computer icon and and shot of athletic competition that and incidentally and show that no one have ever be able to top ( or even match ) leni riefenstahl for film body in motion and edit together with an overlay of video colorization that a 1980s dr. who producer would have reject a too cheesy and add up to a polemic against civilized violence . there be no intellectual and emotional and or visceral connection between these image a assembled and mutate by reggio and way too many digital effect artiste and and the cautionary tale i assume he want to produce . with all of the dramaturgical consultant involve and no one seem to have pull his head out the his own feeling of say something important and consider that they might all be fail to say something new . only people who watch too much television could make such a film and believe that it meaningful while this be kindergarten stan brakhage and and ultimately gutless in it relentless obviousness . the only irony and tension evident here ( unlike in koyaanisqatsi where the relentless beauty and strangeness of time alter ordinary image force you to consider their meaning ) be when the dvd i be watch jammed and skip . this be mtv for the noam chomsky crowd and base on reflex rather than reflection and signify nothing . two star for the music and which be in glass best pomo cesar franck style and feature some passionate cello from yo yo ma . ( i hope for his sake that he do not have to record his part to a playback of the film while there be some thing you shouldn not have to do even for a paycheck . ) .