Passion In The Desert
First, there is no review that is as luminous and exalting as this one:
http://imdb.com/name/nm0199842/board/inline/510850?d=510850#510850
But I have to add a few more emotions.
Passion In The Desert exemplifies spatial grander. It is a visual narrative, illuminated by the magnificent cinematography. Passion was filmed on location in the deserts of Jordan, Egypt, Morocco, Namibia, and Tunisia.
We are in Egypt, 1798. Augustin, a Napoleanic soldier, is escorting writer and artist Jean-Michel Venture De Paradis on an official mission to document, measure, draw, and paint the cultural landmarks of the Egypt: its dunes, stupendous ruins, and mysterious people.
But, can you truly "document" majestic sandscapes, fractured edifices, and wild Bedouins? Can you truly capture the essence of Egypt, nature, man, and time?
Jean and Augustin become lost in the mesmerizing glittering, gold desert, whose vastness overwhelms their senses.
"You can't get lost in Egypt! There's the Nile, and there's the sea!", says the dehydrated Augustin, and soon he discovers an ancient, winding cave that leads to a palatial ruin.
Delirious and near-delusional, he attempts to rest; a perplexing sound rouses him; his eyes, body, and emotions become hypnotically locked in time as he stumbles into a sensual, sensory experience.
A wild, sleek female tiger stares back at him, and their love affair begins.
Augustin and his tigress, as all lovers do, suffer the slings and arrows of fortune. Their wordless communication is fascinating to watch, as they both prowl gracefully around each other, their strange love growing deeper and deeper.
Eventually, Augustin becomes a wild tiger, and Simoon (the name he gives his tigress) becomes strikingly human in her expressions and actions.
The end of their affair is tragically imminent and inglorious, reinforcing a central theme: man's pathological desire to dominate ends in ruins.
The French destroy Egypt's ancient ruins and their culture, the old writer destroys the beauty of nature, men destroy the love of women.