Land Lot S7
The mad proliferation of the wind gives the trees strange outlines. The wet thread of our slumber ruptures in the night. The hand plunges into the beginning of the fire. The burning entrails of the fields suddenly appear at dawn. Here man is alone. In this loneliness, the shadow of sugar cane flows into eternity.
Directed by Abtin Sarabi · Written by Abtin Sarabi
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- Shabaaz Mystik Narrator (voice)
Make it a double feature
42m together
Land Lot S7
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A close match in mood and era.
