Iceland has a lot of rainy weather, and the tone of the whole film is gray-blue, which matches the temperament of the music quite well.
The best music documentary I've seen so far, with both true and illusory shooting techniques, makes people fall into that mysterious country unconsciously.
The beauty of Heima, in addition to the concrete image of people listening to Sigur Rós, is looking into the distance in their minds: flying birds, low bungalows, happy smiles and waves of scales, but also that it captures Sigur Rós’s heart, which is so good for home. Undisguised gratitude. The performance of protesting the construction of the reservoir, unplugging all the plugs, not only healed the wounded earth, but also accused human beings of greed and plunder. That low-returning elegy was enough to move everyone.
Jónsi chanted the babble-like lyrics, the mysterious meaning of which the listener might never understand. However, those deep emotions without impurities, that kind of overwhelming excitement, that keeps throwing people into the sky, are more touching than plain lyrics.
Accompanied by the camera, I then traveled to Iceland, and realized what kind of breath-holding ground color, and cultivated such a beautiful music. The calm and unpopulated bay, the blue and flawless clear sky, when these magnificent views merge with Sigur Rós, when the intoxicating melody sets against the open sky. The faces of plain Icelandic residents are full of pure joy.
At the end of the film, countless white candles were lit in the dark room, samskeyti's melody sounded, and thoughts spread...
-2008.05.04-
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