The
opening sequence is the metaphor for the entire hour and a half film. Some
antelope or deer specimen sprints raggedly across the sand. Men with AK-47s and
turbans to keep the dust from their eyes fire at it from a truck bed. The truck guzzles gas and
desert miles. Until the film's closing
sequence, nothing will move this fast, even the moments of violence in between
will pass with the slow pain of an hourglass, perhaps it is not even that, but
a kidney stone.