When I was five, I went to a summer day camp at the local zoo. One of the main activities they had us do was a strange game of group hide-and-seek, where one group (mine) played the rabbits, and the other played the foxes trying to hunt down and eat the rabbits. For whatever reason, I got really into it; I wouldn’t say I actually became convinced it was a matter of life or death, per se, but I did take the idea of the game very seriously, to the point that, to this day, one of the most frightening memories of my childhood is looking down at a path we were overlooking and seeing the horde of foxes there. Virtually everything from before I turned seventeen is pretty much gone — you know, with the transgenderedness and all — but that image is decidedly seared into my brain.
Anyway, this is my new favorite piece of cinema vérité and it’s not remotely close. I think if Jean-Luc Godard saw this he would melt Raiders-style