A Sri Lankan film that begins like a war film and develops like a hinduistic saga, where men and women's vices are forever re-incarnated in a masochistic succession. Disruption is in the key of it, all the scenes are like independant images of a mosaic (like religious art). On the whole, it remains quite difficult to understand for an occidental audience (actually who knows about the long-lasting war between Hindus and Sikhs in Sri Lanka?). Moreover, the ideological message remains difficult to make out, although undoubtedly present.
Review of Me mage sandai
