The Exiles (1961)

Meandering, beautiful, down-to-earth. A unique and harsh depiction of the unglamorous lives of some native american urban dwellers in late fifties Los Angeles. Exiles in their own homeland, mindset and existence – struggling with emerging new identities and traditional values.

Seemingly simple, with nuances gradually made visible in an impressive and rewarding way. In my book of belonging and existential aimlessness.

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