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I'll try.
First off, the film is super grainy black and white with no dialogue. It feels ancient. And I'm not talking early silent film ancient, I'm talking dead sea scrolls ancient. There is sound, but no talking.
The filmstock is distressed to the point of intentional confusion, your mind must play connect-the-dots in order to decipher exactly what's going on.
The story revolves around the traumatic life of a humanoid creature wandering a barren and haunting landscape, from its birth (a bloody birthing from another odd humaniod thing who literally cuts the creature out of its belly with a straight-razor) to death at the hands of a people who obviously don't understand or appreciate the creature.
In between is slow, plodding, esoteric wierdness that makes David Lynch's most impenetrable symbology play like an episode of Sesame Street.
This is not for everyone...hell I'm not even sure it's for anyone. It is slow, self-important and confusing.
But the first 10 minutes fucked me up in a way that I still can't properly articulate.
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