In the desert, a man walks alone. He is dirty, disheveled, and muttering to himself as he passes by a sign promoting a new data center being built nearby. Off in the distance stand the remnants of agricultural industry. The man ambles his way back into civilization—in this case a small town surrounded by mountains, its streets mostly empty. Aster does enjoy his petty provocations—beheading a child in your debut feature sets a nice template—but they’re rarely meaningless. One imagines the

Tag-uri: Agricultura