Enraged Pigs

In a hut, women of different generations are enacting a story. They all have jet-black hair and the same bangs, and their foreheads are painted red. A boy comes in and says he's just seen the men transformed into raging pigs. Now the women have to discuss what action to take. It is not exactly clear where this is all happening, probably somewhere in the rainforests of the Brazilian Amazon. It doesn't really matter. The camera is allowed to record the spectacle, but it is largely ignored, and there is no other audience. The hut is a majestic dome around 12 feet high, about a quarter of which consists of an open framework. The women sing and clap, deliberately and repetitively. It could just as easily be the reenactment of a myth as modern criticism of awful men. The harmonic singing, the unassuming pleasure, the routine but never tiresome choreography and the self-confidence of these women force the viewer to stop asking questions and simply watch.