Review of Die Geschichte vom weinenden Kamel

There was a point in this film when I wished I was in a Yurt in the Gobi desert staring at the night sky. It made me think about the meaning of existence : birth life and death and how we in the West have been softened/weakened in a mire of plutocratic decadence. The kids in the film had a brilliant innocence, they loved their animals and realized their importance in their society/economy. The little camels struggle reflected their struggle in this harsh desert environment.The birth scene,and normally I'm quite squeamish, enthralled me. It would do a lot of spoilt western kids/adults a lot of good if they could experience a bowl of Yak butter tea in a Gobian Yurt instead of a big Mac and Fries!!!!!