VIFF 2014: My Name is Salt finds visual poetry

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      My Name is Salt (Switzerland)  

      A tractor pulls a trailer loaded with a family and all its belongings, chugging across a desert of cracked earth. Suddenly, it stops, and they begin digging up buried machinery, setting up a makeshift home, and carving salt fields out of the muck—with their bare hands.

      Farida Pacha’s verité documentary is gorgeously shot, taking full advantage of what looks like a moonscape, finding visual poetry in the mining of the white chunks. There’s humanity too, from the girls braiding each other’s hair and dancing in the salt fields as they pick up stones, to the little school set up on the dirt.

      You’ll be swept into this quiet, bleakly mysterious world and rewarded with a final revelation.

      Vancity, September 26 (4:45 p.m.); International Village, October 5 (9:30 p.m.); Cinematheque, October 10 (4:45 p.m.)