
Itstartswithtwovoicesinthedark,althoughthey’rehardlyvoices,moreelectronicsquelchingnoisesdartingbackandforthacrossthesoundtrack,theirmessagessubtitled,gentlydirectingusthroughthefilm.Theyspeaktoeachanotherwithsuchtendernessthattheycouldbeinlove,althoughtheoverlapping“yous”,“Is”and“wes”theykeeprepeatingcouldalsobeaimedatthoseallaroundthem,whetherthosewholatertaketothescreenorthosesittingintheauditoriumwatchingit;guidedmeditation,likecinema,isacollectiveexperience,somethingforeverybody.Bodiesofallkindsdulyappearbeforethecamera,filmedwiththesametendernessandinsomanyshifting,shimmeringtextures:youngperformerswithandwithoutdisabilities,filigreecrabsandshrimps,drawingsofbirds,asingingmermaidprincessandscuttlingplasticinsects.Thesemyriadbodiesareimpossibletoseparatefromthelandscapetheyfindthemselvesin,thewaters,rocksandmountainsofMadeira,itsplants,flowersandfruits,anislandasabodyfullofbodiesthatarefullofbodiesinturn;sucheffortlesseliminationofboundariesisindeedsupernatural.Hugmebaby,don’tletmefall.