This is a documentary of movement poems, some fragments and some short verses. Almost every minute has a surprise, something unexpected. Shocking violence, powerful settings, a change of cinematography, a puzzling action. There is little to hold the film together, apart from the choreographer, for which this film is a memorial. There is no narrative or common theme. And yet, in a sense, it is about the meaning of dance, the evocative movement, that which cannot be communicated in any other medium.
The music is part of the setting, the emotional resonance of the background, and yet it cannot be separated from the meaning, even as context cannot be separated from the meaning of a sentence. This is a complete art, a full use of cinema, with its mix of music and setting and performance and cinematography, and yet it is as unique as any movie I've ever seen. I cannot pinpoint another film that is so beautiful and powerful and evocative of artistic license in this unique way. It is opening a new kind of film, one which I would seek out again.
On the other hand, I have a hard time imagining that anyone could accomplish this level of work, and so I would be inevitably disappointed.