Burning oil uses up so much oxygen that no dialog can be produced. Each scene renders us all speechless. Beautiful cinematography to capture such devastation exposes a, seemingly other-worldly, dystopian society that has convinced itself their actions are normal.
Extracting beauty from a war’s carnage sounds quite similar to propaganda from an authoritative regime. The difference here is that in extracting all of the beauty possible, war is exposed for what it truly is: smoke and mirrors. Even the water is an illusion that brings death; a postcard from hell.
