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(Hopi, 1983)

The Hopi word for “Life out of balance.” The first of a mini-genre that has no plot, no dialogue, nothing but images that wash over you like a hurricane. It has music by Philip Glass, which fits it perfectly. Much of it is stop-action scenes of nature and cities. I suppose it has a message about the destruction of the environment, but I prefer to see it as pure eye candy. See Baraka.