Last night I narrowly got in to see this film at Hot Docs, after standing in the rush line for an hour and a half and then whisked in by an industry insider, I thought myself lucky, until the film got on.
It's a collection of 13 short film which were supposed to bring together filmmakers and musicians to be inspired by some of the most remote and wild and exquisite places on earth.
What we got instead, save for very few, was what one spectator called bravely during the Q & A which followed, an abomination and misrepresentation of nature, and ultimately produced the worst crime of entertainment - a bore.
The brave nature lover who stood up at the end and told the producers and director what he thought about their films was right.
The opening film was good - it was about Gwaii, and it had sensitivity to the splendor and wildness and ancient environment, it had love for the softness and sensuality of what makes that area so special, it had inspiration, and it had humility before nature.
The film about Mingan was also quite beautiful, as were the ones about Waterton and the remote arctic parks.
In parts it was embarrassing to watch. One director admitted he felt no connection to nature, which was clearly evident in his piece, Misty Morning. This one was particularly offensive.
The absolute worst was about Gros Morne, which I was looking forward to, since we are planing a visit. The park itself was nothing but a backdrop - we sat there looking at a red headed girl masturbating on her guitar on some rocks, not inspired by the nature abound her, drowning the sounds of nature in screeching electric guitar while her hair is blowing in the sunset. We also got quite a long glimpse of the computers the musicians used to mix their music on the shore.
The end result is a provincial, self indulgent and mutilated version of a good idea. What a shame.
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